I really hope you're right. I never felt more despondent and frightened for the absolute death of my beloved country and indeed the modern world as I did hearing that evil old man hurling invective at me and mine all night.

If I hadn't already moved to a red neighborhood, I'd have expected a molotov through my window by the time the broadcast was over. Maybe a burning cross.

Stuff like this never seems to end without Men with Guns first.