9 August—As I Lay Dying. That’s a novel by William Faulkner, so I shouldn’t use it as a hook. How about With Nothing Better to Do than Contemplate Mortality or maybe Killing Time as Time Kills Me? More about that some other time. Writes the optimist.

So on to Tuesday’s Connecticut party primaries, the Democrats will certainly be choosing incumbent governor Ned Lamont, who may not be great for the state but is much, much better, more reasonable, more stable than state rep Josh Elliot who besides having sponsored or co-sponsored most of the stupid legislation the Democrats have inflicted or tried to inflict on the state since he’s been polluting the state House of Representatives is an arrogant, narcissistic flaming asshole.

Former Hartford mayor Luke Bronin is perhaps a shade more stable than Elliot, but he’s just as unreasonable and also an arrogant, narcissistic flaming asshole. So one would hope that First District Democrats who bother to turn out on Tuesday have the sense to choose incumbent congressman John Larson for a 50^th term or whatever.

Speaking of flaming assholes, we come to the Fifth Congressional District Republican primary, in which two posterior cheeks are fighting very nastily for the opportunity to lose to Democrat incumbent Jahana Hayes in November. One GOP MAGA cheek spent 19 years up the river for what—for convenience—we’ll call killing and for which he was pardoned even though he’d pleaded guilty to manslaughter. Jonathan De Barros has quite a chip on his shoulder—and it’s not entirely unjustified. He’s also the better candidate.

But the other GOP MAGA cheek—the one endorsed by the Fifth District GOP convention—doesn’t let GOP voters forget about “De Barros’ past, crazy comments, and erratic behavior.” One of Chris Shea’s problems, though, is that he makes a point of gluing himself to Donald Trump, since that’s certain to get him the support of the idiot faction—evidently the majority—of Connecticut Republicans even though it’s sure to lose him the support of intelligent people in November.

Just for the record, Donald Trump is guilty of murder, not manslaughter.

In the 62 years I’ve been eligible to vote (you had to be 21 when I registered in 1963), I have never missed any kind of vote—general election, party primary, referendum. But I’m going to skip the GOP farce on Tuesday. Because, among other things, De Barros has been endorsed by the whore of whores Dick Morris and Shea is boastfully dependent on Donald Trump. We simply do not want people like that in Congress. And you wonder why De Barros sought Morris’s endorsement.

I’ve never received nor found any mailings from De Barros, but here’s the latest one from Shea. Send Trump a fighter indeed! And anyone who stands with Trump doesn’t stand with me. And now to change the battery of my new electric bra . . .