I’ve been enjoying the turn the campaign has taken over the last few days as much as the next heartless Democrat. (Will no one think of the Green Room GOP?) And I’m getting nervous: this is August, and until Labor Day comes and goes with Trump still tossing molotovs down the outhouse hole that is his campaign, I’m not going to relax.
But still, one cannot live on outrage and schadenfreude alone. So here’s a little bit of wonderful comedy in glorious black and white. I was reminded of it at the gym when my guy told me to “engage the ropes.” See 2:15 or so to about 2:50 for the resonance.
Anyway: never say I don’t love y’all:
Let this be a recombinant-hair-piece-free open thread.