Enduring the daily embarrassment of being human

Quite a collection of sulking men we have in the public eye—the felons and addicts and gropera and thieves and tax frauds. The best are feckless and the worst lack all moral standing.

These folks are loyal to their daddy though. Until they aren't. They're all people who will have written a book about how Trump fucked them over within two years. 

This is the genre referred to as "Rudy Giuliani memoirs."

Will there still be a market for this genre when the 200th of them is released later this year? Even Harry Potter only had seven or whatever. (I read the first HP. I will never read a book or article or blog by anyone who accepted a job in the Trump government.)

Be gone further into the chilly evening. The snow falls on the dead. Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. The center cannot hold. I'm flying home from Heathrow today and looking forward to my arrival tonight! My cat. My bed. My fireplace…ahhh.

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