There is something deeply satisfying about watching the giant fog machine fail.
A judge does something absurd, dresses it up in the language of compassion and theory, then discovers that an American Senate hearing is one of those inconvenient places where someone may actually read the words aloud and ask what the hell they mean.
No euphemisms. No activist jargon. No institutional shrug.
You wrote it. You defended it. Now explain it in public.
More of this. Much more.
"I'm not your prototypical champion
"Let's be honest, I look like some crazy elf man
"And the accent, the accent! I mean, be honest, Renee: can you even understand what I'm saying?"