If you’ve read anything about the Democratic debates lately—or worse, are one of those sadomasochists whose quest for naughtiness compelled you to watch them—it’s likely you’ve noticed a major theme: Centrism.
I wouldn’t ask your average American to choose between her morning cup of coffee and the Democratic Party — coffee is one of life’s greatest pleasures, while the other lost an election to Donald Trump.
That there was a convoy of murderers and rapists who wanted the Heinz ketchup—The Emperor could understand. He could commiserate, for he himself enjoyed the Heinz Ketchup. He was not without feeling, The Emperor. Push him far enough he too might murder for the Heinz ketchup. He didn’t require threats to his ketchup to rape.