Most kids consider it cruel and unusual punishment to have to stare at the mountain of presents under the Christmas tree, and then, actually having to wait until the BIG DAY before tearing into them like the Tasmanian Devil all hopped up on energy drinks.  Not me.  I love it. The sheer anticipation of something that’s gonna be pleasurable…enjoyable…is a sort of high.  Not like from those rad little dark chocolates I scarfed down on my last trip to Colorado, mind you…but a high nonetheless.  And this is where I find myself as the dike is bursting on what is unequivocally the biggest scandal in the history of the United States…bar none.  Even Michael Moore’s fat sausage-like index finger lacks the circumference to plug THAT gaping hole… Continue reading →