"Sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man"

It’s like Trump playing “Fortunate Son,” an antiwar anthem about braindead jingoism, at his braindead jingoistic rallies. The irony makes your brain melt.

Our greatest satirical writers could have never written a fiction like the times we live in. It’d never get published. It’d be too unbelievable.

the best thing about Reagan was his speech writers. ad libbing was not his strength.