Yet another early Christmas gift, in the gayly wrapped carcass of Matt Lauer, to park under the old yuletide tree. And, behold, still another ruined phony, Garrison Keillor, to set beside the remains of Weinstein and Rose and Conyers. Smirking, preening leftists, every one. And at the crown of the tree the head of Bill Clinton, with his shit eating grin. And, you’ve got to believe, more to come. What a Christmas!
“The mills of the gods grind slowly, but they grind small.” Sextus Empiricus