The Terrible Debate

It’s So Joever. Or At Least, It Should Be

Screenshot from CNN Debate, 6–28–24

It is 2:00 AM. I have had several drinks. I am tired, and I am furiously angry.

I did not start this evening angry. I started it drinking an enormous frozen margarita at a swank Manhattan bar with some friends waiting for the debate to come on. I was nervous, yes, but hopeful.