Our Peeps

In years past we have posted in this space at this time of year on the subject of Peeps, those artificially colored, artificially flavored, artificially sweetened, traditional Easter confections. We have done this in part to solidify our superficial street cred. And also because our friend PantherGirl has a thing about Peeps. (And, NO, we decline to reveal whether she prefers the interior to the exterior ones.)

At the same time, we post with regularity on subjects political, with an eye to solidifying our reputation for superior glibosity.

This year, with the aid of Mary Katharine Ham, we accomplish both at once: