But first, your weekly <\/em>Vine. Monday was Chapter 32: \u201cThe Lewis Twins.\u201d<\/a> Tuesday was Chapter 33: \u201cOne Day They Went Silent.\u201d<\/a> Today is Chapter 34: \u201cHank Goes To Visit Kenny, and What He Saw.\u201d<\/a> Don\u2019t forget to check out the Lazy & Entitled podcast, where we are reading Vine as an audiobook! <\/em><\/p> Speaking of podcasts, The Line Break was thrilled to welcome Sandra Marchetti<\/a> to the show this month! Sandra is a great poet and interview, we had a lot of fun talking baseball and how imagery involves all five senses. Here\u2019s the show on Apple<\/a>, Spotify<\/a>, and Soundcloud<\/a>.<\/em><\/p> This isn\u2019t really going to be a letter. I don\u2019t love<\/em> that format. Let\u2019s talk about NOFX instead. \u201cNot my president,\u201d as I first came to understand it (around age 14, probably), was a slogan in reaction to George W. Bush and the stolen 2000 election. Old heads will probably correct me\u2014pretty sure they made \u201cnot my president\u201d stickers for the Reagan admin\u2014but the way I understood it, \u201cnot my president\u201d was a statement made in powerlessness. Gore won the popular vote, the Florida recount was shady, a bunch of Brooks Brothers-wearing preppy losers who would go on to work in the Trump administration rioted<\/a>, and the most unqualified dipshit possible got the presidency. <\/p> Wasn\u2019t shit I could do about it, wasn\u2019t shit Fat Mike could do about it, either. Except write \u201cFranco Un-American.\u201d<\/p>