Think of the WaPo as a few cheap mimeographed pages cranked out by giggling junior high school Che Guevara Club members and tacked to the fenceposts of Daddy’s ranch in order to Change The World and you’ll have a fair description of the WaPo’s real place in the modern scheme of things. It gets laughed at by the few people reading it, the kids are having fun, and Daddy doesn’t care.
Post eight and nine, two in a row that have the situation nailed.
We’ll see if reality and history have anything more to say.