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I don’t know about you, but lately I’ve been waking up around six, heading downstairs, getting ready to write The Morning Jolt, taking a look at what news broke overnight . . . and running into a bunch of headlines that sound like twisted practical jokes, fever dreams, and surreal nightmares.
A porn star’s P. T. Barnum–esque lawyer is being treated as a potential presidential contender for the Democratic party. The Pope, fresh off an underwhelming response to another horrific sex-abuse scandal and coverup in the Church, is touting a deal with the Chinese government. Democratic senators are openly proclaiming that the accused must prove their innocence, instead of the other way around. Angry protesters are breaking into restaurants and shouting “Beto is way hotter than you” at Senator Ted Cruz, as if hotness should be the deciding factor in a statewide election. The New Yorker is writing an allegedly devastating exposé and admitting halfway through that they cannot corroborate the accusation at its heart.
Half the time, just reading the news makes me feel like somebody slipped LSD into my coffee.
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It’s an insane world out there. Every day the political, legal, academic, media, and entertainment worlds throw something at us that would be rejected by a Hollywood screenwriter for being too bizarre and implausible, utterly untethered from common sense, logic, good taste, fundamental principles, or American traditions.
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