Dear Congressional Republicans,
Dear American right-wingers,
Today’s December 21st. There’s a cluster of holidays around this date for a reason. It’s the shortest, darkest, and often coldest day of the year. For our ancestors, this time was death. Little light, little food, no way to survive outdoors, and you’ve been stuck inside the same smelly hut with the same dozen people for months.
The alt-right's asinine in-jokes are less original than they think. The real joke is the one they're the butt of.