Coming up in the wilds of rural Pensyltucky, I was christened with the nickname "Weirdsly" – a name worn like a badge of eclectic honor. Earned because I devoured books, danced with art, conquered sports, and reveled in the numbers and stars.

My weird was the vibrant pulse of curiosity and boundless creativity, the kind that ignites minds and fuels innovation as evidenced in the following 35 years of professional innovation and success.

Contrast this with the GOP's flavor of weird – a spectacle of grotesque bravado and bizarre antics. Trump and Vance peddle a carnival of conspiracies, unhinged rants, and reality-warping declarations that bewilder the sane and amuse the cynical. Their weird isn't a beacon of wonder but a sideshow of absurdity, dragging discourse into a twilight zone of lunacy meant to confound and confuse, and ultimately get you to vote against your own best interests.

Fuck that.

Skål! Let's raise a cold one to the good kind of weird – the one that builds, inspires, and propels us into the future. Not the grotesque circus that threatens to unravel the very fabric of society and our culture.