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Oh, good, Elon Musk is in the news again, this time for being a little too chummy with Texas governor Greg Abbott. Apparently, the two have been exchanging a lot of emails. Nothing weird about one of the richest men in the world yukking it up with the governor of his home state, right? Right? But when Abbott was called upon to release the emails, things got even more complicated. Esquire political columnist Charles P. Pierce shares the details below.
– Chris Hatler, deputy editor
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Although the exchanges have been released, they're entirely blacked out. Nothing fishy about that at all.
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In Texas, Governor Greg Abbott sure seems committed to continuing his effort to maintain his state's status as the national repository of Bad Ideas. After months of back and forth, he was forced to release about 1,400 pages of emails between him and Elon Musk. But about 85% of the pages were redacted. And any of you kids out there whose career goal is to be a government spokesperson, please study the statement from Abbott's rep about the emails. It is a masterpiece of the form. Please, can we agree now that Elon Musk should not even be allowed to take a tour of any government building, let alone be actively involved in government in any way. See: bull. See: china shop. |
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In the past two weeks, I've lied to everyone who even casually inquired what I was up to for the holiday. I begged out of every kind invitation to Thanksgiving dinner that came my way. Using lies. Every time. I lied like a stinking rug.
I should relate, however briefly, the sloppy daisy chain of my holiday untruths. Last week, I turned down a Thanksgiving-dinner invitation from my oldest friend, Tracey, telling her that I was going to Jim and Jeanine's house for football and supper. A day later, Jim called and I told him I was going to eat with my brother in Albany. In turn, I gave my brother, Pete, a bullshit story about how I was going to see my long-lost college teacher for the holiday. I told them all: Thank you. I'm good, good for the holiday. I'm covered.
The thing is, on Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I'll get up early, take a look at the weather, throw a bag in the car, buy some coffee, then drive across the state to a casino I like, where weeks ago I rented a fairly pricey room in the hotel tower with a nice view of the Adirondack foothills. I'll spend the afternoon playing poker before grabbing dinner, where I'll slowly and gloriously read the newspaper over my only holiday drink, probably something unlike me—something festive and dopey, with spices, like a hot toddy. Then I'll eat a pot gummy, dick around with some dice, and go to the sports book to bet on Thursday's football games before heading upstairs to take a long bath and maybe watch a movie. |
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I swear you can feel the difference the second you slide your foot into a pair of really well-made shoes. There's something about the sensation that's just different—better—than the one you get when you're putting on middling footwear. It's the texture of the leather. The shape of the last. The sturdy sole underfoot. Yeah, sure, I'm getting a little poetical here. But when you're shelling out serious dough for new oxfords or loafers or what-have-you, it's nice to be able to take solace in the fact that you're parting with your hard-earned cash because you're investing in quality. That's how I felt when I stopped by the Carmina store in Midtown Manhattan and first tried on a pair of the Spanish shoemaker's plain-toe derbies. I was in the market for a pair of shoes that could do pretty much anything. Dress up with a suit. Dress down with jeans. Play nicely in the middle with pleated trousers and a nice jacket. Well, I found exactly what I was looking for. And if you're also currently hunting for the most versatile shoes a guy can keep in his rotation, you might have just found your next pair, too. |
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