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FBI Director James Comey seems to have managed quite a feat: In the closing days of the most contentious presidential election in American history — where everyone loathes everyone who's not on their side — he is hated by both sides. Way to go, fella!

Before his weekend announcement that the "new" e-mails found on Anthony Weiner's laptop are nothing new and do not change his conclusion that there is no criminal case against Hillary Clinton, a whole lotta pundits wrote that that would be the case. They didn't expect it before Tuesday but they did expect it. One who expected it was Matthew Yglesias, who posted this article before Comey's announcement.

As Yglesias notes, Clinton foes have always operated on the following assumption: We know the Clintons are guilty; the only question is what are they guilty of and when will we find the evidence? And when they don't find any such evidence, they never conclude that there isn't any. They just keep digging and trying to spin whatever they do find into a scandal. The other day here, I tweeted…

Trump's final pitch: "We all know she's guilty of a horrible, awful crime and if you elect me, we'll investigate her until we find one!"

I got a lot of agreeing tweets and reposts but I also got three kinds of other responses: Several people who asked if Trump had actually said that, several people who said they could name a dozen crimes but didn't, and a couple who said things like, "I don't care if she'd committed a crime or not. I just want to see her behind bars!" Yeah, that's how we roll in America.

Monday Morning

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It is, of course, very disturbing to hear that most of us will die in a nuclear war if Hillary Clinton is elected president, especially since she's 3-5 points ahead in the latest polling. Some of us were thinking that Donald Trump — with zero experience in government and about the same amount of knowledge of foreign policy, to say nothing on his impulsive temper — would be more likely to trigger World War III.

But nope…The Globe says it's Clinton and I guess that makes sense. Here, read it for yourself…

BLUNDERING Hillary Clinton WILL trigger World War 3 if she wins the Oval Office! Now ONLY Donald Trump can stop the certain nuclear exchange between America and the Russians! That's the blood-curdling conclusion of top intelligence analysts — and a ranking Pentagon admiral — who warns the Democrat's high-handed ways will push Kremlin boss Vladimir Putin into a nightmare war that will kill millions! "Syria, the U.S., Iran and Russia make up the powder keg ready to explode into World War 3 — and President Hillary is the match that would set the conflagration off!" a former intelligence official tells GLOBE.

I guess they couldn't print that if it wasn't so.   I mean, it's not like they make this stuff up, people.

Sunday Evening

I just listened to my pal Bob Claster's 1987 interview with Terry Jones of Monty Python fame. I thought I'd listened to all of Bob's fine interviews with great comedians which he has up on his website but I apparently missed the Jones one first time around. It's quite funny and perceptive…and bittersweet now to think that that fine mind of his no longer functions as it did when this was recorded. Check out all the stuff over at www.bobclaster.com.


Thank you to all the folks who've written in to tell me that any case made for the iPhone SE will fit my iPhone 5S. That may help…though it looks to me like all the cases being made for iPhones these days are either way too ornate (especially those that make the phones markedly larger and less likely to fit into a pocket) or very flimsy.


Speaking of my iPhone: Friday and Saturday, I received a series of text messages from a Nevada phone number I don't recognize. Each message said something like "hey babe" or "miss you" — all lower-case and no punctuation — and attached was a selfie photo of a rather attractive woman I've never seen before in my life. I was kind of curious to see where this was all leading.

Well, a few minutes ago, I got a voice call from the same number. On the other end of the line was a woman who sounded like she wasn't far from being the worst actress in the world. Here's roughly how the call went…

HER: Hey, babe. Why don't you text me back? Don't you love me anymore?

ME: I don't recall that I ever did. Who is this?

HER: You know who this is. We haven't talked in months but I didn't think you'd forget me so soon. And all this time, I've been thinking about you, hoping we could get together soon. I just really need to see you, babe and be with you.

ME: Oh, really? Well, what do you have in mind that would make this happen?

HER: I just need transportation from Las Vegas to your city and I'm sure you'd want to help me out. You see, I don't have a credit card so I can't get an airplane ticket to come be with you. If you could let me have your number, I swear I'd just use it for the ticket. Then you could pick me up at the airport and we could go to your place.

ME: Wow, this is going to be great. Is American Express okay? My number is 387 91526…

No, I didn't say that last line. What I actually said was, "Sorry. Call the next guy and see if he's dumber than I am," then I hung up and blocked her number. How many people do we think fall for this?

And on reflection, I wish I'd let the conversation go on a little longer. I'm wondering if once her initial pitch failed, she would have tried to sell me solar paneling for my home.

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Bill Maher had President Obama on Real Time last Friday evening. Here's the full version of the interview including some portions which were cut for time. I think history will show this man was a very good president — which is not to say those who were convinced he was a gay Kenyan socialist who was planted in the White House to destroy America will ever admit it…

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Near-Instant Obsolescence

My first iPhone was the 3 and then in October of 2013, I got me a 5S. At that time, I thought, "Well, I'll just upgrade to the odd-numbered ones" — but when the 7 came out, it didn't seem like that much of an improvement. There was a buzz out there — and I have no idea if it's still true or if it ever was — that the iPhone 8 will be a hell of an upgrade, one we'll all want. So I've been sticking with the 5S which serves me well.

The other day, it took a nasty spill onto a concrete floor and while the phone wasn't harmed, the case cracked. It was a very nice metal case I had it in and I decided to get another case just like it. Online, I couldn't find the same model and I couldn't tell if most of the others that fit the 5 were plastic or metal or what…so I decided this was something I had to buy in person. I also needed a long walk because I've been sitting a lot the last week and I don't want to have to do an upgrade on my new knee.

Last evening, I walked over to a shopping center near me which contains an Apple Store and also has a lot of vendors who sell iPhone cases and accessories. I hit the vendors first and it was like I was trying to find the new Dr. Strange movie on a Betamax cassette. The general reaction I got was along the lines of "A five? You still have a five?"

One seller said, "Gee, I think I still have some cases for fives here somewhere." After a bit of rummaging, he came up with about ten choices, all of them cheap plastic — and the kind where the phone pops in easily so you know it'll pop out just as easily when you don't want it to. One of them looked at my phone, handling it like a priceless edition of Shakespeare's first folios or some other rare antique.

But not a rare antique they could understand anyone having. I used to own a 1957 Thunderbird and while it was difficult to find parts for it, people understood that I thought it was worth the effort. They didn't say, "Why don't you toss that thing in the trash can and get a new model?" That was more or less the reaction I got to my iPhone 5S even though it works better than the T-Bird ever did.

After striking out with three sellers — and well aware I was wasting my time — I went to the Apple Store and asked the greeter if they had cases for a 5S. I'm not sure I can describe his response other than to ask you to imagine someone morphing before my eyes from a normal human being into Marty Feldman and then into a Walter Keane painting and then finally to a kindly priest offering to perform the Last Rites. "No, no," he said, shaking his head, obviously waiting until I departed so he could run and tell his fellow employees, "You'll never believe what some guy just asked me!"

Feeling very outta sync with the world, I finally stumbled home, intensified my searching on the 'net and finally found one of the same case I've always had but in a different color. It's supposed to be here Wednesday. I figure that on Thursday, Apple will announce the iPhone 8 and its new features will include a camera that makes you look gorgeous in your selfies, an app that somehow causes restaurants to not charge you for food and a new kind of G.P.S. that can locate a bathroom any time you desperately need one.

And I'll have to get one and be disappointed that it won't fit into the case for a 5S.

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Do you know your onions? You can learn all about them from Chef Buck. And what you'll learn is to (a) buy the cheapest ones and (b) don't cut onions with a plastic bag over your head…

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Saturday Morning

I'm enjoying not paying a lot of attention to the election. You should consider it. I did watch Bill Maher last night and I thought a lot of sound things were said on his program, mainly about how the Religious Right has shown that the "religious" part of that was never as important as winning. Remember when they used to insist that a man who'd cheat on his marriage was no damned good and automatically unfit for office?

But it was all intermixed with some hysteria…and after the show was over, I'm pleased that I was able to turn my mind to other matters…things I can do something about. If you're determined to be paralyzed until the networks call the race Tuesday night, you're wasting a few days of your life and maybe a large chunk of your stomach lining.

I may post a few more thoughts here but I think this election is over. The minds that are made up are made up and no new revelations — factual or otherwise — are going to budge them. At most, they may motivate some people who might not have gotten around to voting to get their asses to the polls on Tuesday.

One of the reasons I'm not on the window ledge about the outcome is that I think we know the outcome: One side is going to win and the other side is going to spend the next four years hurling mud and challenging the outcome in every way possible and being obstructionist and vowing to undo it all in 2020.

In our little game here to predict the outcome of the election, I guessed Hillary would get 350 electoral votes. That made sense at the time given the polls but I now don't think the winner (who I still think will be her) will get anywhere near that. The winner won't win by the kind of margin that will cause the losing side to act like actual losers. Not only will the victor not get a "honeymoon period," there'll be powerful forces working for an annulment before Inauguration Day.

And as I'm writing this, I think I was also wrong in the third paragraph above. I don't think this election is going to be over on Tuesday. I think all that will be decided on Tuesday is which side is going to spend the next four years — and maybe many more to follow — trying to delegitimize and obstruct the winner. And if you're hoping I'm wrong…well, so am I.

Fred Wostbrock, R.I.P.

Lung cancer has taken Fred Wostbrock, aka "Mr. Game Show." Fred was an agent for actors and TV personalities with a special emphasis on those who were either game show hosts and announcers, older performers who maybe were not appreciated/promoted at other agencies, or actors who'd appeared on the sixties Batman TV show. The last decade or so, along with all else he was doing booking his clients for TV, movies and commercials, he'd been arranging convention appearances for Adam West, Burt Ward, Julie Newmar and others from that series.

I just reminded myself of a convention in Columbus, Ohio (I think) years ago where he was representing Adam West and Frank Gorshin. A good agent has to do a certain amount of personal maintenance work for his clients and Fred was very busy because the convention facility had No Smoking signs. Gorshin was a very fine, talented man but his attitude about No Smoking signs was that they didn't apply to him and he'd smoke anywhere he goddamn wanted to. Fred more than earned whatever he made that weekend by not letting one of the con's featured guests be kicked out of the facility. How he achieved this, I couldn't fathom but it obviously involved a lot of personal tact and charm.

Fred loved most of his clients for non-monetary reasons — especially the game show ones like Tom Kennedy and Jack Narz. That was because he loved game shows and knew every damned thing you could know about them. The first time I met him, he asked me who I thought was the all-time best game show host and I named Bill Cullen. Fred broke into a big grin and said, "You and I are going to get along just fine."

Whenever I ran into the man, that's what we talked about: Game shows. Game shows, game shows and more game shows. He knew them all and was the co-author of several books about the form…but he was not geeky or silly about it. He appreciated those programs for what they were and understood their appeal so well that I never understood why he wasn't producing one.

Most of his clients were probably very happy he wasn't since he revitalized many careers and kept them working. When you're an agent, that's all you really have to do…keep your clients working. Fred did that well and he was one of the good guys. Here he is on a cable show years ago, sharing only a smidgen of what he knew about longtime game show producer Mark Goodson…

Saturday Morning

Here's a replay of a post from October 25, 2008 which might be relevant today…

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Last evening, I was napping — or rather, trying to nap — when I heard someone pounding on my door. Turned out, it was a McCain volunteer working the neighborhood, trying to convince folks to save the world from the inexperienced commie-terrorist on the ballot.

We have a simple policy here at Casa Evanier: We don't buy anything from or give any money to anyone who comes to the door that way. Ever. If you were going door-to-door handing out free hundred dollar bills, we'd slam said door in your face. Especially unwelcome are those who think a brief porch visit will prompt me to change my religion…and the McCain worker was perilously close to that category.

Still, she seemed like a nice, sincere person…nice enough that instead of scolding her for waking me up or mocking her for thinking she could possibly make one bit of difference, I talked to her for a few minutes. She admitted that California was a lost cause and even told me that she'd been ringing doorbells all day and didn't think she'd flipped one voter from blue to red. The few positive notes had come from other McCain backers thanking her and encouraging her…but also, she told me, declining to donate cash to a lost cause. I did say to her, "John McCain has written off this state. Don't you think it's about time you did, too?" (For some reason, possibly because I was still half-asleep, I forgot to tell her that I'd already voted. As bad as the odds of her convincing me seemed at the moment, they were actually worse.)

One of two things she said that made an impression on me came when she admitted her efforts wouldn't change the outcome but explained, "I just couldn't sit and do nothing." In other words, she was standing on my welcome mat, not so much for the nation's benefit as her own…and y'know, I could almost respect that. She's not going to swing California's 55 electoral votes over to the McCain column but she might make herself feel a little better for having tried. In a like situation, I think I'd feel like I was compounding the loss, adding a colossal waste of time (mine and others') to all the other bad things I believed to be occurring. But obviously, she and I do not see the world in much the same way.

The other lingering impression was not something she said so much as the urgency in her voice. She's scared…scared Obama might be a secret Muslim and/or radical who'll destroy America with a socialist agenda. (I said, "Yeah, he might even start partially nationalizing banks," but she didn't hear me or didn't get it.) On the one hand, I think the current McCain-Palin crusade to make people feel as she does is great — great because it isn't working. Every day, their campaign demonizes Obama by another notch and every day, another state that formerly seemed bright red moves to pink or even light blue. On the other hand, it's a shame to scare people like that. They panic, they get ulcers, they divide our country and spread apocalyptic visions of the future…and worst of all, they knock on my door and wake me up when I'm trying to sleep. That kind of thing — the waking-me-up part — has got to stop.

Rejection, Part 17

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This is a series of articles I've written about writing, specifically about the problems faced by (a) the new writer who isn't selling enough work yet to make a living or (b) the older writer who isn't selling as much as they used to. To read other installments, click here.


Something to keep in mind when you seek any kind of job is whether there's really a job there and if so, if there's a chance it'll be open. A lot of people waste a lot of time applying for jobs that are in no way available.

Back in the eighties, I was writing the Blackhawk comic book for DC Comics, a job I enjoyed tremendously. I wrote it and a wonderful artist named Dan Spiegle drew it and we worked so well together that no one at DC found much of a need to do anything. I wrote a script. I sent it to Dan. He drew it and sent the finished pages to me. I did lettering and art corrections where necessary…and sometimes those I deemed necessary weren't a matter of Dan or the letterer doing anything wrong. Sometimes, Dan had drawn a panel that said what it had to say so perfectly that I decided the word balloon I'd written was superfluous and should be changed or eliminated.

I used to be a pretty good letterer so I could reletter a balloon or fix a spelling error and I also used to be competent enough to do a little minor drawing here. The "used to be"s are because working on a computer, lo these past few decades, has considerably weakened my abilities as a calligrapher or artist. I am now hideously outta practice. But back then, if Dan drew one of the Blackhawks wearing a cap in some panels but not all of them, I could cap the character where necessary.

One time, when I needed a "fix" that was beyond my ability, I got lucky. A fine artist named Carol Lay dropped by my house at the perfect time and she owed me a favor. (The "fix," by the way, was again not because Dan had drawn anything wrong. Dan never really drew anything wrong except to leave off the occasional cap. But seeing his finished art had made me realize I'd done something wrong in my script.)

Anyway, at first Someone Else was the editor of Blackhawk and then Someone Else was the editor of Blackhawk and then Someone Else. When the third guy left, there was a meeting to discuss who'd get the job and all three Someone Elses went to the publisher and said, "Evanier's already doing most of the job. Just give him the title." So they gave me the title and a little more money and I went on working exactly the same way I had before with two added tasks.

One was that I was more involved with the design of the covers. The other was that once it was announced I was the editor now of Blackhawk, I had to deal with writers who thought I might be interested in firing myself and hiring them.

I do not understand the thinking there. I mean, even if they didn't know that the writing was the part of the job I liked and also the part that paid better, what were they thinking? That I was writing the comic under duress and now that I was the editor, I was muttering, "I can't wait to find someone else to take this horrible writing assignment…and even though I know darn near every writer in the business, I don't know one who doesn't have enough work. So I'm praying that someone will submit a sample!"?

Still, for some reason, several writers sent me pitches for Blackhawk stories they wanted to write and at least three wrote out long scripts. I didn't read them but I did read the cover letters. One told me, "I think you'll see that I have perfectly captured your approach to the feature." I wrote back to him, "Thanks…but I already have a writer who writes the comic exactly the way I do."

Those people did spec work that had no chance of selling. They were applying for a job that was already filled and I'm amazed how many people do this. A few years later when I was producing Garfield and Friends for CBS, we had a recurring character whose voice was done by the great character actor, Pat Buttram. An aspiring voice actor sent me a tape of his Pat Buttram impression — because obviously, there was a good chance I'd fire Pat Buttram and hire a Pat Buttram imitator in his place.

Actually, the animation field seems to lend itself to a lot of applications for jobs that don't exist or need filling. As you oughta know if you yearn to work in the field, animation has a long lead time since it takes a while for each episode to make its way down the assembly line. If a new series in doing thirteen episodes, there's a good chance that the thirteenth episode is, if not done then at least well on its way down that conveyor belt before you see Show #1. Still, people have been known to see a new show, then start submitting story ideas for it, unaware it is already out of production.

When I was hired to story-edit the Richie Rich cartoon show for Hanna-Barbera, I briefly shared an office with the fellow who'd story-edited a series for the studio called Drak Pack. Each week, he'd receive one or two scripts that writers had cobbled up on spec to submit to the show. Why was that a bad idea? Well, for one thing, the series had been canceled…and that was not a secret. It had been announced months earlier in Variety, The Hollywood Reporter and other places.

Now, one might argue that it wasn't a waste of time for those writers to write and submit Drak Pack scripts. After all, couldn't those be viewed as samples of the writers' talents? Couldn't someone at the studio read one and decide to give that person a shot at writing some other show? Theoretically, yes. But consider these two points…

Point One: No one was buying Drak Pack scripts which meant no one was reading Drak Pack scripts.  My office mate was no longer being paid to spend one moment of his day on Drak Pack.

Point Two: If someone for some reason did read one…well, that was a show that was viewed as a flop. There's an old saying on Broadway that no one looks good in a flop.

So that maybe wasn't the best way to impress the people at H-B.  On the other hand, there was a guy down the hall from us who was being paid to find good scripts for Scooby Doo.  I don't know if the policy then was not to read unsolicited scripts. There were periods when it was, usually right after someone who'd submitted something had seen something similar on the air and sued. I'm just saying the right Scooby Doo script had a better chance of doing something for its author. Better than zero, anyway.

And I guess I'm also saying that you need to keep up on the marketplace; to have some idea of what buyers are buying and when they're buying it. You aren't expected to know everything that's going on with the buyers but a little common sense and following the news in your chosen field can help you zero in on where the openings are…and where they aren't.

You also need to have at least some sense of what the rules are if you're going to fill that opening…and as I was typing that, I mentally heard a certain friend of mine say, "I don't play by the rules." Okay, fine. But you have to understand the rules in order to not play by them.

I used to read books advising wanna-be writers and they'd say, "Write whatever your heart tells you to write." Well, no. That may be great advice if you don't care about selling the work and seeing it published or produced. To get published or produced, it has to in some way fit into the needs of some publisher or producer. That's if you don't want to be the publisher or producer yourself, in which case why are you even reading an article about how to get others to hire you?

Almost as futile as applying for a job that doesn't exist is applying for one that does when you don't bother to find out what it involves…and can't you just sense that I have an anecdote coming?

Here it is. In the early seventies, I was writing comic books for Gold Key, and the office for which I working had a lot in the "funny animal" category. There were the Disney books (Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Chip n' Dale, etc.). There were the Warner Brothers comics (Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, etc.). There were one or two comics featuring the characters from the Walter Lantz cartoon studio (Woody Woodpecker, Andy Panda) and Hanna-Barbera (Scooby Doo, Harlem Globetrotters, etc.) and DePatie Freleng (Pink Panther, The Inspector) and others.

At the time, there was a writer who lived in New Mexico. He had never sold anything to Gold Key comics but he wanted to so he began bombarding the editor there with scripts. By "bombarding," I mean he sent at least one a week, sometimes two or three. The scripts looked professional but there was one thing seriously wrong with them, something I'm sure you would have noticed if they came across your desk.

This writer liked to mix characters between copyright holders.

He would send in a script with Mickey Mouse and Elmer Fudd. Or the Pink Panther and the Road Runner. Or Donald Duck and Woody Woodpecker. He also sometimes included characters that Gold Key did not license and had no right to use. One time, he wrote a story in which the Scooby Doo ghost hunters went after Casper the Friendly Ghost.

The editors at Gold Key read a few of these scripts, first to see if maybe they were great and could be used if, say, they turned the Bugs Bunny and Captain Hook one into, say, Bugs and Yosemite Sam. That didn't seem workable…but the stories weren't bad and based on the volume in which they arrived, it was obvious the fellow in New Mexico was a hard worker and really, really wanted to write Gold Key comics.

One of the editors sent him a letter explaining that they couldn't mix characters between companies. The Disney characters could only interact with Disney characters, the Warner Brothers characters with Warner Brothers characters and so forth. An exchange of mail ensued and one day, they showed the pile to me. I don't have them here to quote but they went something like this.  Each line is from a different letter…

EDITOR: As I told you in my last note, we can't have Disney characters in the same story as another company's characters so we can't use your "Goofy Meets the Pink Panther" story.

NEW MEXICO: But it's a real good story and those characters work so well together. Can't you get permission from the companies?

EDITOR: No. If you want to write for us, you need to just use one company's characters in a story.

Then, a few weeks later…

EDITOR: I have just received your story with Scooby Doo and Top Cat. We do not have the rights to use Top Cat in a comic book.

NEW MEXICO: Yes you do! You have the rights to do comic books of Hanna-Barbera characters and Scooby Doo and Top Cat are both Hanna-Barbera characters.

EDITOR: I'm afraid our contract with Hanna-Barbera limits us to certain characters and Top Cat is not one of them. I believe they have sold the exclusive right to do Top Cat comics to another publishing company.

NEW MEXICO: But they work so well together. Can't you contact the publishing company and get permission to use Top Cat in one of your books, just this once?

EDITOR: No.

I asked the editor why he was wasting time with this guy. The editor said, "Well, his ideas aren't bad. If he could just stick to one company's characters at a time, we might have something here." Sure enough, not long after, the gent in New Mexico sent in a short story with Bugs Bunny and Porky Pig. True, there was a brief two-panel cameo in the story by Donald Duck but the editor was able to rewrite Donald into Daffy and so he bought the script.

The writer was elated at his first sale to Gold Key. As it turned out, it was his last sale to Gold Key because they never heard from him again. When I asked the editor why he thought that was, he said, "Who knows? Maybe he was upset I changed Donald to Daffy!"

Years later, comic book companies did begin doing inter-copyright crossovers like Superman meeting Spider-Man and you had movies like Who Framed Roger Rabbit where characters from different proprietors intermingled. So maybe you could say the guy was ahead of his time. Or maybe you could say he just didn't understand the needs of the folks he hoped would buy his work. I think I'm going with the second one.

Mushroom Soup Thursday

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It's one of those days. I'll try to post something later.

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Wednesday Afternoon

I'm going to try and pay a minimum of attention to this election until the polls have closed and the projectors are projecting. Here is why…

  • Everyone is scurrying about, living or dying by a one-point shift in one poll that has a three-point margin of error. That's not a trend. That's isolated noise in one poll out of dozens.
  • A record number of ballots have already been cast.  I'm also thinking that a record number of minds have already been set in marble.  I do not believe we have a significant number of undecided voters out there who will cast ballots next Tuesday but have yet to decide, at least on the presidency.  City councilperson, maybe.
  • A lot of the suspense being generated now is not unlike how a sportscaster must sometimes find a way to make a game more interesting than it really is.  Folks running news sites or those in the mainstream press know that the only political news that'll really get your attention this week is when they tell you that the race is narrowing here, this or that state may flip, some new "game-changer" is really significant.  Some things may be significant but they say that about everything.
  • I do not believe that either Clinton's side or Trump's is sitting on some bombshell revelation and is waiting to release it at the proper time.  The proper time was before so many people had engaged in early voting.
  • If something does come along between now and next Tuesday, a lot of people are going to treat it with great skepticism, just because it's turning up too late for the other side to disprove.  Some of the things now being said are so ridiculous that I think a lot of voters are just tuning it all out.
  • The only possible exception to the above would be something like a shooting or a terrorist attack or some event where neither side could have controlled the timing.  But we have no idea if that'll happen or how it could impact the race…and again, a lot of ballots are already in.
  • There is nothing I can do to change how this election will turn out.
  • There is nothing you can do to change how this election will turn out.
  • It has always been this way but now it's even more this way, if you know what I mean.

I have better things to do than sit on the edge of my chair, falling for clickbait, worrying that the race is shifting because one plumber in Juneau who's always voted for the nominee of his party just decided for the first time ever to not vote for the nominee of his party.  I hope you do, too.