ODDZ-N-ENDZ: I spent the better part of Sunday morning strip-mining the lint deposits accumulating in the crevices of my couch — yes, my latest love interest — for a spare $5,000. That was the entry fee to the Tim Walz fundraiser held at the Montecito manse of some billionaires I somehow have not met yet.
In case the name Walz is not ringing your bell, he’s running for VP on the Democratic ticket and was recovering from his debate with his Republican counterpart, JD Vance, held a few nights prior.
Vance famously makes a big deal about how he rose above his traumatic Appalachian origins — replete with gun-toting meemaw and junkie mom. For such efforts, he is now being denounced by one of his cousins, a real McCoy hillbilly from West Virginia and the daughter of a black-lung victim whose sternum got crushed in a coal-mining accident. She refers to Vance as a “shillbilly” — a not-so-subtle dig at his best-seller, Hillbilly Elegy — and notes, devastatingly, I’d say, that Vance cleans his cast-iron skillet by putting it in the dishwasher…