I hate the fact that I’m about to say this: I was right. I know, I know. I usually love to be right. But goddamn it, not this time. I’ll explain. A couple years ago, about a month before the lilliputian-fingered, orange-tinged shitbagel-in-chief was elected president, I wrote about how electing said lilliputian-fingered, orange-tinged shitbagel... Read more »