A few weeks ago I mentioned the awful columns of Tim Goeglein, special assistant to the Worst President Ever, who writes for my alma mater. However, for some reason his stuff isn’t archived, so I couldn’t quote from one. Readers, we’re in luck — he has a piece in the paper today.
This is the first sentence: Though summer does not officially arrive until late June, we Americans are confident the summer season really arrives Memorial Day weekend and extends to Labor Day.
This is the last sentence: It is a stunning question indeed.
It’s not much better in between. Note camouflaged reference to the late Pat Buckley. Why do I do this to myself?