No problem. So do I, as a weapon of war if we were up against ETs from space, I’d shoot millions of syringes at them as they climbed out of their ships on the beaches of Miami.
The grinding questions from both sides of the aisle put me to sleep. Kennedy’s answers did nothing to wake me up.
I would have much preferred something like this:
—Mr. Kennedy, as a Senator from the great state of Montana, I ask you, would you shoot and kill the CEO of Market Equities to protect the Dutton ranch from turning into a resort or an airport?
—Senator, I do have a pickup and a shotgun. But as you may recall, in the final episode of Yellowstone, John Dutton’s son and daughter sell the ranch they couldn’t afford the taxes on to the Indian chief who owns a casino, for one dollar. So your question is moot, the issue of the ranch has already been decided.
—Mr. Kennedy, I wish you would not have announced a spoiler alert. I have that episode saved. I haven’t watched it yet. When it aired live, I was in Saudi Arabia working on a business deal.
That would have roused me from my slumber.
In a haze, I heard a couple of minutes from Bernie Sanders: