The State of the Union is as bad as I ever knew.
I don't know if I can watch the speech and still get some sleep--I'll be so upset and angry and confounded it will be hard to sleep.
Yet, I probably should watch it just to see the 'fact checking' that CNN and MSNBC will doubtless do.
Maybe I should just watch it on line tomorrow and have pleasant dreams.
Alas and alack.
The STATE of the Union?
Don't get me started.
One phase comes to mind: "in disarray".
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