... well, not exactly here. Huffpo. And maybe not forever. But, dagnab it, there is now running an entry on this site by one who has gifted us with nothing else which currently carries over 440 comments, and I've never drawn that many responses to anything I've written in my life, and I'm just trying to join the Sayonara Sequence which inspires so much notice.
Now about Huffpo...
They were called Base Groundlings in the Renaissance. Vile critters, déclassé, beggers and apprenctices and cutpurses and the like, they stood out on the courtyard at the Globe, and it's rumored the Bard's indecipherable bawdy jests were designed for that crowd.
The British call them Penny Dreadfuls. In Mexico, it's the Alarmos, the pictures on the back pages of Esto recording in graphic detail that yet another hobo fell asleep on the tracks down by the station, with all evidence clearly visible.
This sickening trash is designed for the mindless and low, the knuckle-dragging lipmovers, the cattle. In this country, they're called Appalachian or Non-Information Voter or under-$35K Working Class or Dumb Yokel or just plain Base Republican.
So why do these idiot interludes appear on page one of Huffpo? I'm not going to link to it, but if that's the sort of item you appreciate, there is where you can find it, and if like me you find it sickening, then be warned.
Why level downward to our dullest perceptions always, and praise that as `common sense'? The most common experience is of one asleep, expressed by snoring. - Thoreau
Well, if you dig beneath the common, you find what should've remained buried, and, way too often, you find such dreck on Huffpo.