As my long-suffering parents can attest, I was a huge McLaughlin Group fan as a kid. Huge. On a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 indicating a level of enthusiasm equal to what the average Hillary Clinton voter has for her candidacy and 10 indicating full-blown fainting Bobby Soxer swooning, I was a 9. We now know this is a hereditary trait because Prudence spent all afternoon yesterday entranced by the undeniable genius of this cartoon.
I told you it was awesome. Why did you doubt?