So a couple of hours ago, while driving from Palm Beach Gardens down to West Palm Beach, I pulled off the exit, only to encounter truly awful traffic.
Everything had stopped.
Police lights flashed.
Donald Trump’s off-to-play-gold motorcade was driving by.
I was pissed.
Pissed.
Pissed.
Then, the twerking.
Was it appealing? Eh, no. But it was fun and distracting and preposterously weird. So I recorded it, Tweeted it out, then watched it go slightly viral. The Miami Herald ran a piece—an indictment of the Miami Herald, but … hey.
Life is strange.
