It is 9:50 pm as I write this, and I am … what? Stunned. Confused. Crushed. Heartbroken. Yes, I am all of the above. But more than anything, I am numb. I never much cared for Hillary Clinton as a presidential candidate, because I found her both uninspiring and weathered.
People I Would Vote for Over Donald Trump (A serious list) Hillary Clinton Joe Biden Jeb Bush Marco Rubio John Kasich John Rocker Any member of Menudo Jay-Z Will Clark Mary Tyler Moore The guy in the Elmo Suit The guy on 42nd Street in the Elmo Suit My dad
So a few minutes ago a friend of mine forwarded me an e-mail she was sent by a relative. It was one of those mailings most people on the left never see. I’m going to paste it here, then—after you’re done reading—let’s talk. Oh, it was accompanied by the above
On Oct. 25, the day Gunslinger was released, I placed a copy inside a bookstore at Los Angeles Airport, then posted some hints on Twitter in regards to its whereabouts. A reader discovered it, then shared with me a hilarious story. Here you go … I am tour guide for
Tomorrow morning I board a plane for Los Angeles, thereby concluding my four-day Wisconsin book tour in support of Gunslinger. It’s been an absolutely lovely trip, highlighted by four well-attended signings and about 30 radio, TV, print and web interviews. I’m thrilled, exhausted, relieved, euphoric, numb. Here, in no order,
So yesterday afternoon I received a call from a local anchor here in Green Bay, asking whether I’d be willing to appear live on the morning show. “Sure,” I said. “What time?” “5:50,” he replied. “AM?” “Yes.” I told him I needed to check my schedule. Which is a euphemism
So I’ve now been in Wisconsin for three full days, which means, oh, 30 interviews and three signings. I am starting to lose it. Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love the people of this state, and I’m truly honored by anyone taking the time to talk to me about
She’s hilarious. She’s smart. She’s experienced. Best of all, she’s endured hundreds of corporate meetings, and authored a book on how to survive without having your cranial lobe melt into a gooey glob of cheddar cheese.
So I wake up at 5:30 this morning in my Milwaukee hotel. Alarm goes off, hit it, goes off again 10 minutes later. Damn. Climb out of bed, quick shower, put on a suit and tie. The room is warm and toasty and lovely. The outside is cold and wet