VIRGIN TERRITORY
Sorta Sober
Part 2: Mixed Feelings
Author’s note: The following piece was originally published in my Substack, Sherry Raw.
Clutching my mocktail, and “gummied up” (albeit, without much effect), it didn’t take but a few minutes to realize that we in the Biden camp, were, and are, in the shit.
Normally, I would have had a tipple or two of vodka to sustain me throughout the ninety-minute face-off between the two candidates, but, as I’ve been trying to modify my somewhat reckless behavior of late, I abstained.
After viewing Biden’s horrific, heartbreaking performance, I could have used a pop or six because the lying, felonious prick won this skirmish hands down, even though he never answered a single question without exhibiting his signature move, which is shitting on immigrants.
To compound this total misfire, Jake Tapper and Dana Bash flopped like two Anglerfish washed up on a California beach. What the ever-loving fuck was going on with them? Wooden and mannequin-like, they never fact-checked nor held Trump’s feet to the fire as he weaseled out of talking about anything of import, like policy.
What a travesty. But, you already know that. At this juncture, I’m hoping that Bob Woodward is correct in saying that “something happened” prior to…
