Dispatches from the Swamp: I Watched the Comey Hearings in a DC Bar with a Face Full of Novocaine
All of us, at some point over the last six months, have wished in one way or another that we could be anesthetized. That we could chemically numb the parts of our brains that flare out with anxiety every time our phones (those luminous portals of dread) vibrate with a news alert. That we could […]
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