I hopped in an Uber Sunday night, right after I’d spent three hours at a radio station complaining about the ills of the world. Drug-addled mothers who leave their babies in motel rooms, affirmative action policies that pit one minority against another, Democrats who are so desperate to win back seats that they’re willing to fund the campaigns of pro-life candidates.
Three hours wasn’t nearly enough. But I wanted to spend the half hour between the studio and my Delco home with some tranquility, so I settled into the backseat and buried my face into my recently cracked iPhone.