Hurricane Florence is just beginning to make landfall, and gas lines 30 miles north of me are exploding entire neighborhoods, and who knows how bad the news'll be tomorrow. So I dusted off an evergreen idea I had, and shoehorned in a Brett Kavanaugh punchline.

The primaries that dominated the spring and summer were all about the choice between establishment centrists and actual progressives. Everybody knows I think centrists can go pound sand. They have no ideology. But now that the midterm general elections are coming up, vote for the milquetoast Democratic centrist on your ballot if you must.

I live in the deep blue state of Massachusetts, so I'll be writing in Noam Chomsky and Tom Lehrer instead of any uncontested incumbent Democrat I can't stomach.