Raining men
It’s raining men, isn’t it? Charlie Rose, Al Franken. Garrison Keillor, for God’s sake. Bill Cosby slipping date rape drugs to the ladies seems almost quaint at this distance. Progressive pundit Jimmy Dore calls it “a reckoning,” and I agree, one appropriately exempt from such niceties as presumption of innocence, perhaps, but the pearl-clutching is disingenuous. […]