Paul Myers walks into a bar...

... and writes a far more worthy piece than some twit apparently being paid by the Washington Post to do so.

Justice would be that Myers' piece winds up being more widely-read than the ill-considered nonsense the Post hack drew a cheque for. Hereby doing my bit to make it so. Go. Read.

I'll be flying to the DC area in a few hours. Memorizing Ms. Jenkins' mugshot. If I see her, I'll make a point of laughing. Derisively. And loudly.