I have just made the bed. And now I am going to be hiding under the covers until someone can promise me that grown adult men running for the office of President of the United States will not talk any more about the size of their (or other candidates’) penises.
Years ago I used to say that the Achilles heel of democracy is that the common man is an idiot; everyone derided me as a snobbish elitist for saying that. I rest my case. People are voting for these adolescents.
I’m trying to think about something other than this train wreck of a Republican primary. But I’m afraid to look away. I keep hoping a grown-up will enter the room and assign detention.
Dear rest of the world: we’re very embarrassed. Not enough of us, but a lot of us, anyway.