Back in ought-six, I confess, tearfully, that... that... I made fun of the Hot Soup web-site.
In retrospect, that was the last, best hope for our great nation to avert the harsh partisan rancor that has led us to tonight's sorry pass.
Sorry kids, guess I fucked up.
My dreams shall be haunted forever by David Broder's shade, casting upon me his sad, reproving, rheumy gaze. Also he'll only be wearing a hot pink Speedo. So, like, the government shutdown is all my fault, but bitter, and gross, is my fate eternal.