We are inured

The more damage that President Malignant Neglect does to the country, the less Mark Morford seems over the top:

Because there is more meaning and content and depth and significance in a lover’s moan and in a drop of wine and in a dog’s wag than in anything you can conjure in your homophobic faux-cowboy Lynne Cheney-thick dream, honey. Get over yourself. We are on to you. We know you are made of nothing but spin and frantic gesticulations and scowls. Poke a finger into you and out pours only sawdust and sighs

TBogg

TBogg

Yeah. Like I would tell you....