Watch Hugh Hewitt play paddleball with the foam rubber brains of two dopes.

They know only partisanship so they see only partisanship, both dopes do and both say so, and that prevents them from seeing what grownups see. Honestly, Cub Scouts honor, you're better off hitting mute whenever they're speaking. I mean it. I tried that and it works. You feel immediately better, and miss nothing. The young man babbles over Hugh to avoid hearing him speak. And he literally flounces around. Kidding. Their positions get switched on the monitor so it looks like he's flying around. Over here, boink, over there.

I have to keep double checking the spelling of Hugh's name, triple checking, then again and again like a compulsive neurotic because I know another man named Hugh and at 6'5" in cowboy boots and real working cowboy hat he really is huge. 

Damn if you do, Damn if you don't

Who really wants to go and see The Interview?