I am discovering that one of the dangers of writing a newsletter for NR is being constantly sandbagged by events after the fact. The Carnival of Fools gets published on Tuesday mornings but goes to the copy-editors by early Monday afternoon at the latest. This means that the majority of the drafting is done on Sunday nights, and sometimes that span of a couple of days can just kill a man, especially when he’s attempting a kindness.
Because I keep trying to find some possible way — in the name of Christian charity, for pity’s sake at least — to give Kamala Harris some sort of break if I think she actually deserves it. (It’s a healthy mental exercise if nothing else.) And this majestically incompetent, mentally rudderless, graspingly needy clodpoll won’t even let me do it.






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