Jen Rubin makes a stink
The imperial media needs some me-time
When The Washington Post’s Jen Rubin feels one coming on, she assumes the position—nose to knees, like flight crew bracing for impact—and she lets it rip, snorts up every bit of the nasty effluvium, then whips back triumphantly—ahhhhh—like a high-roller doing a fat line off a stripper’s ass.
It’s not just Was…
