Mexican pigs had nothing to do with it.

It’s nice to read a smart, popular book about politics that bares some relation to reality.

For some reason, the only sports books I can read are on baseball…

“Butterbean’s blow to the kidneys made Chamberlain look like an actor mistakenly run through for real in a stage duel.”

The madness reads like a dystopian horror novel

This is, I’m afraid, familiar ground. And while I’m comfortable here,
it just isn’t enough.