Dear Reader (especially those of you feeling unsatisfied by the lack of a Dear Reader gag),
As the Dingo let loose in the petting zoo said, "Where to begin?"
I've had a very rough week. Rough like sharkskin. Rough like the stubble on Michael Moore's once dasypygal buttocks after the Brazilian wax wears off.
(I wonder how many readers I lost with that image alone?)
Where was I? Oh right, rough like the morning after the Georgia special election at the DNC. How would you like to be the guy or gal or non-gender-conforming person who talked all that money out of George Clooney or Barbra Streisand who now has to field phone calls from people peppering their diatribes with "But I read in Salon!" and " . . . but Rachel Maddow said . . . !"
I have no hot takes about all that. Or if my takes were hot, they've now cooled to that of flan left out overnight.
Everything Fades
Indeed, the most remarkable thing about the whole Ossoff–Handel brouhaha is how fast its...
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