I — like so many others still scarred by the penultimate vignette in Monty Python’s Meaning of Life — exist in a state of perpetual terror that somehow, somewhere, someone might throw up on me. Simply typing these words makes me a little queasy, as if, by merely naming the (astronomically unlikely) prospect of being barfed on, I’m incrementally willing it into existence.
What I’m saying is: It’s a thing for me. Which is probably why I was so affected by medium talent conservative gadfly and Fox News commentator Tomi Lahren’s claim that somewhere in the heart of Tennessee is a nefarious cabal of freedom-hating malcontents gorging themselves to induce a geyser of socialist spew.
