All blogs are created on Sunday mornings. This one was up at six for a leak and ibuprophen and coffee and hunched over the machine reading headlines and Frank Rich.

By 8:30 the others were up and thumping around and its time to make breakfast + NPR and by 8:35, as every Sunday morning, I’m cursing Lianne Hansen. She is the worst interviewer on NPR. Either she’s asleep herself or on the pay of the cursed MSM entertainment drones.

This morning it’s some awful hollywood schlock and she’s trying to tease meaning from a producer who’s just made many millions from poop jokes.