And if you don’t read him, you should.
There are two things I now know for certain in this world.
Number One: Bill Clinton. At least 300 electoral votes. Against anyone. Tomorrow.
Number Two (and I say this as delicately as I possibly can): I would crawl on my knees naked through four miles of crushed glass just to listen, on a bad radio, to a debate between Bill Clinton and the zombie-eyed granny-starver Paul Ryan.