Editorial:

If she is elected, Clinton would be well advised to be much more transparent and to wall herself and her administration off from the influence of lobbyists.

Editorial board:

Clinton’s experience is in the real world of governing, a world that requires patience, nuance and the willingness to do the hard work of mastering the facts. The presidency is no place for someone who relies on bluster and bullying.

With Helvetica text set against different colored background, the book is a little hard to read. Once I get past that readability issue, I quite enjoy Draplin’s stories, especially how he got into design. Like the man himself, his work is filled with personality, particularly his logo designs. If you haven’t listened to Draplin on podcast, I highly recommend checking him out. He curses like a motherfucker, but a very kind heart. I have tremendous respect for him.

I love the design of this book. Helen Armstrong, who is the editor of the book, had done a wonderful job designing it. The text is set in Seria by Martin Majoor and combined with Interstate by Tobias Frere-Jones. The essays, on the other hand, are not always exciting for me. I liked some, but not all of them.

In his latest special for Netflix, Russell Peters continues to bank on racial jokes. Even though the material is familiar, he is still killing it, especial his interaction with the audience. One particular line stood out is when he mocked Trump hypocrisy on immigration. How could he be against immigrants when when two out of his three wives were immigrants?

Mad props to Paul Ryan and John McCain for standing up against Trump. Although I don’t expect them to endorse Hillary, they had done the right thing.

Ted Cruz, on the other hand, is a disgrace. He endorsed the man who insulted his own father and wife; therefore, sexual assault on women doesn’t mean anything to Cruz.

Likewise, Marco Rubio is still endorsing Trump is not a surprise. Just like when he criticized Trump’s small hand, he still grabbed on to it like a piece of filet mignon.

As for Chris Christy and Rudy Giuliani, they would suck his dick if Trump tells them to. (Excuse my locker-room banter.)

I can’t believe I am saying this, but I am worried about Trump. I sincerely hope that he could make it through Nov. 8 without checking into a mental health institution. How can he live through the day in every second of extreme scrutiny?

Why did he get himself into this position? He could have lived quietly and not have to do anything for the rest of his life. He’s not getting involved into politic to change the world. Trump is desperate for attention, but is it worth exposing himself and his past?

Trump is now against the world. He is making more enemies than allies. It only gets worse from now until Election Day. I still hope he won’t be our next president, but I also don’t want to see him becoming a lunatic.

The Huge Star and the Pussycats by Lauren Bans and Brett Bietz will make you cry from laughing. This passage is brutal:

Point is, Donald the star said something to his best friend, who’s a bush—you know what a bush is? It’s a short tree. So he’s talking to this friend, let’s call him Bushy. And Donald the star was telling Bushy the same story I’m telling you, about grabbing pussies. And maybe Donald said something along the lines of being on her like a bitch. Which is a female dog. You’re a smart girl. You know that. Nothing wrong with female dogs.

Can we get Trump to record this for an audio book?

Jill Lepore:

No one in the Republican Party can possibly believe that Trump is a better person, a man of finer nature, than the ordinary American voter. The problem for the Party is that no one, including House Speaker Paul Ryan, can even pretend to believe that anymore. No one can believe that in daylight, or in the darkest hour of night, while Trump, restless, tweets about the conspiracies that he believes are being hatched by his enemies—men and, especially, women—to fell him.

The idea of Trump losing to a woman on November 8 will put him in a mental health institution.

David Brooks analyzes the sad, loneliness Trump:

Women could be sources of love and affection, but in his disordered state he can only hate and demean them. His attempts at intimacy are gruesome parodies, lunging at women as if they were pieces of meat.

It is truly a depressing symptom.