When I was in high school, I told people that I had a Komodo dragon living in my basement. And this was not a random, spur of the moment lie, either: I studied for this one. I had a back-story which I had carefully researched, to the point where if my family had been saddled with a Komodo dragon I would have been able to take a stab at taking care of one. As near as I can remember, I mostly did it because high school was insanely boring, I thought that I had no real friends anyway*, and I wanted to see if anybody bought it. I’m pretty sure a couple people did, but still: no Komodo dragon.
So the 2020 exploratory committees can stop calling, OK? Continue reading In which I invalidate myself for elected office.