Oh, David Hogg – God bless his little pointy head bobbling along on a pencil neck, as it all wobbles precariously atop a sunken and concave chest cavity, with wee little stick arms and tiny fists thrusting into the air for balance. He never stops delivering the goods. Where, once he was an annoying, precocious...
Okay. So there’s a bridge, a bridge too far, and then there’s just tossing yourself off one without thinking twice. That’s pretty much what the head of the Democratic National Committee, one soy boy named Ken Martin, decided he would do earlier today. The spark that lit little Ken’s...
