Jordan Canter

It was just after eight, early August, at a manufacturing plant, three blocks East of Dixie Highway. A call came through from a phone line, somewhere downtown. That’s when the fear took hold… My phone rings. A startling ring. It’s all that I hear. Jeez, why is it so loud. Fuck! ear buds. I furiously tap my ears to silence the sound. First thought, bill collector. It’s the only calls I get. Take a number,asshole. I take my phone out, to swipe “Ignore,” but pause on the number. It a local number.

"Biden’s too old", says Jake Tapper; "Duh!!!" Says America. So, I’ll begin with this. When I first heard that this book was coming — after Tapper shamelessly plugged it everywhere in America — my first thought was what a hilarious thing to do. Get a book deal, write a book, and promote it as an investigated, researched, tell-all of the cover-up that you and your entire sector of journalism carried out personally.

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