The Thing With Bernie Sanders Is--

There's no one else. I've got that same little hitch in my mental get-along with Sanders that I've had with all presidents, except Jimmy Carter: There's something preposterous about the clearing of the field that leaves him the only man standing. And, to change the simile, like the pea under my royal mattress which will not let me rest, is the saurian monstrousness of Sanders' imploded and self-destructed rivals for the presidency: Hillary (Ça va sans dire--What a Gorgon!)--the Bushes, the Bidens, and the Zoo of semi-sensate Idiots currently inhabiting the White House. It hardly seems likely that the Bar can have been set so abyssmally low by accident. So I do believe in Intelligent Design after a fashion: Insofar as I can't deny the evidence of Un-Intelligent Design. What kind of Beast murders innocent people--reflexively, off-handedly--as a normal act of statecraft?