Sometimes, I Just Look at The New York Times’ Front Page and Laugh

Here it is as of right now, 10:18 Sunday night, May 13, 2018:

I tend to write stories that are decently long and full of colorful verbiage and detailed analysis. But sometimes there’s no need to add much in the way of my own thoughts or words. Sometimes, the absurdity of where we’ve gotten to as a culture speaks for itself. Sometimes the best thing I can do is get out of the way, just capture the moment and let it speak for itself, without much in the way of comment. So, there we are. Is this the front page of a serious national newspaper or of some hare-brained college rag? Is there a difference between the two anymore?