No kidding. That's a hard damn 43.
He graduated HS in 1997, which means that he would have come of age during the Contract with America and Bill Clinton's impeachment.
And I've said before: the only way Trump doesn't declare is if he's dead.
That's why all of us on the left flank were so pissed when Cal Cunningham couldn't keep his pants zipped up in North Carolina. Schumer could turn the screws on one of Manchin and Sinema, but as we've seen, it's impossible to pressure both.
Show me a poll like this in October and I'll believe it. Florida, Iowa, and Ohio have turned into red states and will remain that way unless and until proven otherwise.
As for the cheeseheads, I don't trust them either, but the GOP is now on a statewide losing streak over there. TFG and Ron Johnson in 2016 are the last red wins.
This batch of Senate elections is all about Pennsylvania and Wisconsin. Get those flipped and Manchin and Sinema don't matter.
Other than Mark Kelly, Big John is the best candidate of any Democrat anywhere on the board.
I would say that the cheeseheads next door are dumb enough to send Ron Johnson back. However, the GOP has gone on something of a losing streak over there. Ron and TFG represent the last Republican statewide wins there.
Then the pickings get slim. North Carolina? Maybe. Cal Cunningham shanked this one away when he couldn't keep his pants zipped up. Val Demings in Florida and Mike Franken in Iowa are great candidates, but those states have gone red unless and until proven otherwise. Ditto for Ohio. That said, I would LOVE to be wrong here.
The Missouri GOP is going to send out Eric Greitens. In any other state, that would be prime flip territory.
If you're looking for a good brunch place and don't mind taking the subway to the Upper West Side, go to Maison Pickle (84th and Broadway). Tasty food and gigantic portions.
Saw 3 shows there last weekend, and all three were aggressively enforcing masking.
Looking at the lines to get into the Holland and Lincoln Tunnel from the Jersey side confirms my position to never fly into Newark for a NYC visit if at all possible.