Jules Crittenden pretends he's "in the shit," and not just a paid hack for a troglodytic weekly rag:
Six years in, I’m tired and feeling a little down. That happens in war, and you have to pick yourself up and keep going.
One wonders what kind of enemy fire Mr. Crittenden encounters at the Boston Herald; I assume it's quite deadly!
Seriously, wingnuts: there are worse things in life than the occasional Cheeto shortage.
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