No doubt my priorities are all screwed up. There’s so much going on in the world that cries out for serious attention and consideration, and here I sit, obsessing about Viagra commercials.
Gun violence, Brexit, terrorist explosions, to say nothing of the upcoming political conventions during which two flawed candidates will be nominated to run for the highest office in the universe. It’s absolutely terrifying. In fact, I should be focusing on which country I would migrate to, if the flawed candidate with the orange face and comb-over should happen to win. But I’m not naming names here.