I love how every liberal “journalist” stretches what should’ve been a 200 word summary into a thousand page book that dedicates an entire chapter to the wacky way they tie their shoes in the morning.
"At Oktoberfest, it was the best of times; it was the wurst of times. John Fetterman, the hulking junior Senator from Pennsylvania, grinned as he heaped coleslaw and french fries atop a mound of sausage. ‘You gotta open the throat,’ he opined with a twinkle in his eye. Nothing could have prepared me for what came next. "
Oh fuck I stopped right there.
That sounds like the opening line from a very bad novel.
Journalists are pretty much all failed authors so that makes sense.
You get used to it. New Yorker writers are contractually obligated to start every political puff piece that way.
I love how every liberal “journalist” stretches what should’ve been a 200 word summary into a thousand page book that dedicates an entire chapter to the wacky way they tie their shoes in the morning.
"At Oktoberfest, it was the best of times; it was the wurst of times. John Fetterman, the hulking junior Senator from Pennsylvania, grinned as he heaped coleslaw and french fries atop a mound of sausage. ‘You gotta open the throat,’ he opined with a twinkle in his eye. Nothing could have prepared me for what came next. "