In the comments to yesterday’s show, many people explained why they will vote for Trump.

Many others explained why they will vote against Trump.

Only one commenter attempted to explain why he will vote for Kamala. In all caps, he told us that what convinced him is that she’s a mother who raised two children.

Imagine 4 years of this:

We’ll all be on a hunt for “questionable word choices” if she gets her way. With the rest of the world observing this attack of collective insanity with mute shock.

My cover has been blown, and the very first commenter on the show addressed me with, “Shabbat Shalom.”

It went great, excellent questions, as always. The time slot is imperfect but it’s my fault because I’m very overbooked this week. I couldn’t make it in any of the slots I was offered. Saturday isn’t great because the Jewish contingent, which is always large, is decimated by Shabbat. But I’m happy I went on. Made some good jokes about sex. Great fun.

I’m going live in 2 hours to talk about why Ukrainian-Americans are voting for Trump:

I’m not saying that all Ukrainian-Americans will vote for Trump. But many will. There was a recent show where it became clear how many there are, and so I’m going on to talk about it.

This will be fun!

I listened to a clip of Joe Rogan’s Trump podcast. I’d never heard Rogan before, so I don’t get it. He’s supposed to be this really manly dude? With that voice? What’s with the voice, people?

Matt Walsh, for example, has a voice that jives with the persona. Rogan, on the other hand, has the voice of that man-bun wokester Walsh tries to play in his movie.

It’s totally like when the very unhealthy looking and sounding RFK turned out to be some people’s health guru. Or when people confused the overdosing Jordan Peterson for an effective psychologist (“paraplegic ballerinas are completely normal!” was their argument.)

I apologize to the fans in advance but I hope they understand that nobody outside the fandom feels anything of what they feel inside it.

I have a new doctor who insists on a heart-healthy diet for me. So I concocted this today:

A friend brought by an African bean dish this week to treat my husband, and he said it was incredible. Of course, I needed to demonstrate that I dominate beans even better.

I soaked the beans in water with cilantro and cumin seeds. On the next day I cooked them with bay leaf and a bit of salt.

As they cooked, I shredded some Napa cabbage and Lacinato kale very thinly. I should have used a lot more, as I now realize, because they really cooked down. I wilted the greens with lots of crushed garlic, fresh ginger, lemon zest, a splash of white wine, and some cilantro chutney. Cilantro haters, stand down! We are all crazy about cilantro around here.

I had three air fried chicken strips left from Klara’s breakfast, so I sliced them up, too. Added beans to the greens and thickened it all up with nutritional yeast.

The dish ended up phenomenal. The friend’s African beans have been relegated to second place.

“Why, why do people look at me with such horrified expressions?” I wondered at an event. “I’m being uncharacteristically non-controversial. What’s the deal?”

Then I went to the bathroom and discovered that I had blood streaming from the upper side of my nose, and people probably didn’t know if it was purposeful or not. Knowing me, it could have been.

This is the position of every third-world leftie. Such as his wife Usha. And JD is not smart enough to clock on to how he’s being co-opted for the cause of the anti-American “Global South.”

The idea that whoever hates America is the bad guy is alien to these people. To the contrary, hating America is a badge of honor.

Because Trump will murder us. And put us in jail. Immediately after murdering us.

I know, I know, Walz is talking about abortion. I’ve always been pro-abortion rights, and it’s no secret. But I can just imagine a guy in my life – my husband, father, cousin or neighbor – telling me that he’s going to vote for Harris so that I get a chance to abort. I’m not entirely sure if it would be more disturbing if coming from a husband or a neighbor.

I’m the most peaceful, easy-going wife on the planet but I can’t say I’d react positively to the message of, “It’s OK, honey, you can now abort away, I’ve made sure it’s all fine.”

Guess whose third-grader reads at the 8-grade level.

Yes.

N’s reaction was, “I don’t get it. She reads exactly like I did at her age. And I’m very average. What scale are they using?”

He’s average, you know?

I can’t even.

The biggest problem with very brilliant people is that they sincerely think that lower-IQ folks simply know less facts. That different processors can perform different operations is something they don’t believe.