Massachismo — The Pain report
The only way most of us could rescue any sense of collective decency from the flood of muck sticking to America’s reputation these past few days was to give blankets to wet people. But no sooner did we give a soggy stranger our blanket, when another instance of national calumny came raining down on our head. Splat. Splat.
We’re bad, it appears. And not in a good way. To stay ahead of the tsunami of moral taint washing over our shores we’ve got to. . .