When evaluating the Althouse oeuvre, one must confront the eternal question: Abject stupidity or performance art? The answer, I'm pretty sure, is the former:
There is something about the way the 2 seated men are posing as such good little boys with their hands in the I'm-behaving-myself position that demands that what I really want to see is Bill Clinton reach over and feel the thigh Kim Jong-Il, who exclaims: "No broh job!"
I've read enough Althouse that the stupid no longer burns -- but it sure does tingle.
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