NEW YORK—Election-night parties are usually dreadful affairs, with the idiot box blaring and hysterical listeners screaming out the latest info. American TV pundits are smug trained seals with too much makeup and blow-dry, and they all sound the same with their rehearsed stentorian voices. Brian Williams, or the hero of Iraq as I call him after he got caught lying about a missile attack on the chopper he was riding—he was safely on the ground and trembling—sounded somber announcing that South Dakota had been called for The Donald. These so-called anchors no longer even pretend to be objective, and they had long faces when the predicted Biden landslide was gone with the dawn.
I too had predicted a Biden landslide, and was also wrong about a more important subject than the election—my dinner party. I had written that I would be the only pro-Trump diner, but it turned out we were six for the preside
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