The Tepid Trumper
19th July 2016
Kathy Shaidle vents.
The political correctness my anarchist pals and I wrote off in the late ’80s as an irritating passing fad on a par with Cabbage Patch Dolls has become, along with certain varieties of mental illness, enshrined in public policy and entrenched in quotidian intercourse.
It’s 1968 with (even) crappier music. I want it over.