Oh, David Hogg – God bless his little pointy head bobbling along on a pencil neck, as it all wobbles precariously atop a sunken and concave chest cavity, with wee little stick arms and tiny fists thrusting into the air for balance.
He never stops delivering the goods.
Where once he was an annoying, precocious carnival act taking advantage of unspeakable tragedy, this past February, amid the ashes of the Coconut Queen’s election flameout, Hogg at last managed to maneuver his mouthy mediocrity onto a national stage and into a position of some political heft.
It has been a busy spring since winning a Democratic National Committee Vice Chair post [Beege adds: 1 of 5 VCs], an event I can only attribute to the current state of Democratic Party upheaval and disarray, and, evidently, the overwhelming lack…
