Dingus of the Year: JD Vance

A country of the dinguses, by the dinguses, for the dinguses.

I am writing this newsletter high on DayQuil, while my kids, still on holiday break, mope around the house like Victorian orphans, bereft of toys and entertainment and the love of a mother. And I, their cruel, workhouse overlord, keep growling, “No more screen time for the day.”

If only they had puzzles, games, books, or pets? If only they had gifts from…