I keep trying to write a serious piece about the (outrageous) annulment of the Romanian presidential elections, and I just can’t seem to get it done, folks. Every time I set myself to marshaling the arguments, thinking seriously about my rhetorical approach, and getting down to the work of typing, *whoosh!*, in comes flying another piece of memorably stupid domestic political comedy to distract me, like a wasp horning in on me through an open window, and I have to stop what I’m doing until I’ve squashed it properly. (Just when you finish thwacking an angrily buzzing Liz Warren that’s been flitting about the ceiling, you turn around and find an AOC slithering in under the patio door.)
That’s a pretty roundabout way of saying that my old friend Jamaal Bowman is in the news again, and we must stop now to take note of it, for it is probably the last time he ever will be. As longtime readers already well know, the soon-to-be-former congressman and “Squad” member from Westchester County, N.Y., was once an endless source of day-to-day comedy for me. Writing about him all throughout 2023 and 2024 was like working the speed bag in a boxing gym — endless reps that helped sharpen my comic timing and metaphorical chops.
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