I agree with you, but his intelligence only extends (in this case) to knowing how to keep his mouth shut.  Here’s how I think it went:  first day in the DoE offices, some staffers who saw the writing on the wall sat him down for a briefing and proceeded to spend the next several hours scaring the absolute shit out of…

The Calculating Stars is great.  Everybody should go read it.

I would be astoundingly happy if they would sell 6-packs of the Kosmos Reserve.  You can only get single bottles in the Family Reunion packs, and those seem like they can be a dumping ground for the other styles that don’t sell (looking at you, Prickly pear).

Root for a Giant?  No way.

It comes and goes. Just like Brandy’s Tinder matches.

“Hey, I wish there was a city that had Dallas’s urban planning, but also drunken bachelorettes!”

I knew it!  Commies everywhere! (Further communication restricted to Violet-level clearance or higher)

“look, it’s a nice poem, but poems don’t dictate national policy”

Give me your tired privieged, your poor affluent, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free skilled professionals only

Lack of curiosity about the real world, lack of education, dangerous credulity, susceptibility to propaganda, and an information ecosystem with absolutely no checks and balances.

Realistically:

“was pinning all their hopes on endless growth there a mistake?”

Right up until another Democrat gets elected. Then they’ll come (daily) storming back.

They were busy planning Trump fundraisers.

Their BBQ was actually pretty good.

They’re hotbeds of everything. If it can be smoked, snorted, swallowed, or fucked, you’ll find it somewhere at a Renaissance festival.

Stop making stupid people famous.

I think bottoms were the only attire required, actually.

Someone tried that here in Dallas!  It was called “Tallywhackers” and it closed in less than a year.