Michael Moore On 2020 Presidential Race | The Last Word | MSNBC
It does seem that Bernie Sanders will be constrained, by Decree of the Weird Sisters, and by National Consensus (focused through the Internet), to choose a woman for a running-mate. Damn. I'd have chosen, rather, either Buttigieg or Yang as Vice-President.
But how quickly all this is going! It appears that sometimes the heedless impetuosity of a Xerxes, or the fascist vacuity of a Trump, is the counter-intuitive preliminary of immense, beneficent change in the social order.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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