I can’t think of three other journalists I would rather listen to. These three cut through issues boom, boom, boom. Thank you. A cogent conversation. Now is the time for the Normals to remember. The TV was darkened to bible black images of the dead being thrown into the backs of big trucks. Dystopia makes the skin crawl up and down America’s spine. What people like me are supposed to do is drink better bleach. I did not know about the Demon Press. I had to read that one twice times ten. I have been called many things. A writer. But to call me a demon sends me laughing underneath my desk. That was worth the whole conversation. I am a demon. They’re right.

Writers put spells on Republicans. Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat, and tongue of dog. Macbeth attacks another war in the bog. Journalists are food for thought. I love watching David French’s eyes dart about. Michelle’s arms waving is cool. I am a fan. I’m with French all the way to god. What I value are his insights into Evangelicalism’s Prism. I am in awe of Jamelle Bouie. He is now more real to me. This man is brilliant. He so gets it. This is how it works. And this is how nothing works. These conversations are getting better. Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Why are the dems in a world of trouble. Turning to democrats is uncivil. Dystopia is resistance. All stories have a path. We have now eaten the dragon and his steaming wrath. Eating dragons does not undo us.