I never imagined I’d get to feel like a combat reporter while writing political satire. I gotta thank The Donald for that. After hearing him describe the constant violence and horror of black neighborhoods, I feel like I need a helmet and flak jacket just to write about them. Looking back, I can’t believe I survived living in DC years ago. One of my friends even took me to her church for lunch. For lunch! If I’d have known how brave that was of me, I’d have put in for a medal or something. Anyway, here’s my take on day-to-day life in the combat zone–Why Not?
JEB