No, I'm not referring to our constant yearning to be lectured by the Youth of America on a host of social topics.
Rather I'm referring to the spectacle into which the State of the Union address has apparently devolved.
The presumptive leader of the party that regularly calls out the president for his cartoonishly exaggerated antics spent the entirety of the evening posturing and emoting over his shoulder like the love child of Marcel Marceau and a professional wrestling villain.
By this rate, the factions'll be throwing things at each other during the 2025 State of What's Left of the Union.
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