Somebody buy Sarah Millard a drink
Those two bastards owe it to her after all the fact-checking she’s going to have to do after the last two days.
On another note, tomorrow I’m touring the formerly “blighted” areas of Waukesha’s East Side. Instead of dress shirts, I understand the residents of the renovated ghettos of Waukesha wear something called a “t-shirt.” However, my guide through these once-dangerous neighborhoods assures me the only risk I’m taking is possible death from laughter. If you don’t get the joke, you will soon.