Ever since I saw the incredible Bloody Town Hall a few years ago, I’ve had an obsession with televised discourse from this era. I have no idea why, but I crave bad footage of white men with perfect manners and terrible hair insulting each other in clipped tones—legs crossed, pants hiked to the mid-calf region, socks pulled up egregiously high, dress sho…
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