At least you knew — surely, you had flashes of remembering — that you are a NYT columnist and you were piling up raw material for quite a column. And you rested on the firm mattress of belief that the government — the government you hallucinatorily believe will protect you — would never come after you.
Even beset by paranoia, you are so sure of your privilege that you are stone free do what you please…
Via Maureen Dowd went to Colorado, ate some marijuana candy, and had an 8-hour freakout @ Althouse.