Tomorrow night, there's a Town Hall with Joe Biden on ABC opposite a Town Hall with Donald Trump on NBC. We really have turned this election into a reality show. If I ran CBS, I'd schedule a Town Hall with Daffy Duck opposite them and win the time slot.
It's getting easier for me to pay very little attention to The Election. If there's an upset coming, there's zero evidence of it on the horizon. Trump's pretty much thrown everything he's got at Biden and none of it's sticking. (Even Bill Barr couldn't gin up evidence that Obama and Biden had conspired against Trump, though Barr's going to do all he can to hide the report that exonerates them.) I think a lot of people are voting early because they figure that once their ballots are in, they no longer have to listen to any of this stuff.
Partial Change of Subject: Like you, I don't like getting Spam e-mail. I have a separate account without my name on it and I divert most of it there. My endless messages telling me Donald Trump personally is asking the whereabouts of Mark Evanier's donations are all going there along with the messages from folks who want me to help them claim their $22,000,000 windfalls which they'll share with me.
That mailbox also contains an awful lot of messages from gorgeous, lonely women who've never seen me and have no idea where I live but they're dying and ready to meet in person with me for sex. There are also messages from companies that have invented a foolproof way to enlarge the body part of your choice…which I guess I might need if I start meeting with those women who've never seen me and have no idea where I live…
What strikes me about most of this e-mail is how unbelievably stupid they must believe the recipients of these messages are. You'd have to have the brains of an unsprouted Chia Pet to fall for some of these…and I guess somewhere, someone does. "Gwen" keeps writing me of how she dreams day and night of us making "hot monkey love" and I wonder how often she wrests money from some guy who thinks that (a) there is a Gwen, (b) "she" is someone with whom one would want to have "hot monkey love" and (c) "hot monkey love" is something pleasurable. I mean, it could involve flinging your feces at each other or just working for an organ grinder.
It's always seemed to me — and I think I've said this here before — that the folks who send this stuff out kind of presume that no one with an I.Q. over the speed limit will ever fall for their scams. I never get an intelligent one of these. There probably is an intelligent appeal for money for the Trump campaign but they're not making it…or at least sending it to whatever mailing list they got my e-mail address from. It's like they know 98% of the recipients are too smart to fall for their scams so they're targeting the 2%. I wonder how much that 2% brings in for some of them.