Anyone want to come to my imaginary world? It’s much nicer. In it, young women don’t die in vain. In it, the parlors of the White House do not have the bloody tracks of dictators staining the carpets. In it, we have a president who believes in all that America is supposed to stand for, and would be worthy to shake hands with Lincoln and Washington.

It’s a nice place, my imaginary world. I also have fudgsicles there.