Just when you’ve settled into a comfortable rut, and resigned yourself to the mournful yet somehow serene calm of hopelessness, the cruel devils sidle up all stealthy-like and whisper in your ear that a little hope might yet be warranted. Bastards. As my avid readers well know, It’s the hope that kills you is one of the mottoes on my family coat of arms (it’s written across the top, above the griffon; at bottom, beneath the shield, is I want you to hurt like I do, both translated into Latin, of course). Words to live by, and I do so … Continue reading Manchin Paints Himself Into a Corner