If you put a gun to my head and said pick one: Biden or Trump,” I would say Go ahead and shoot me.”

If you got me very drunk, so that my morals became negotiable, and then put a gun to my head and said pick one: Biden or Trump,” I might say Trump. He’s at least sentient.”

Getting to this point feels strange and morally vexed.

July 8, 2024


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