What a bunch of tittering lemmings the urban elite have become in this country.
Well, they elected a President. And declared him, at various points, a King, a Lincoln, a god among men. I'm not surprised that Paglia is retching at the sheer, saccharine, mind-numbing, lockstep conformity of the whole thing. It's going to be fun playing with the Obots in the meantime, though. Minority has its distractions, one of which is poking pins into the pomposities of the majority. And this one's inflating before our eyes like a pig at a Pink Floyd concert.
I may need a stomach pump before the 21st of January rolls around and the Anointed One is safely ensconced in office. After that, well, the game's on.
She's probably more interested in (or fears} what the rent boy knows about football.