Companionship in Clown World

Dispatches from and to the insolated.

A stranger sent me a kind message recently. With her permission, I’m sharing it for this column.

I first heard of you when I was watching Tucker sometime last Fall. It was a couple of months after I started recovering from leftism, and I distinctly remember hiding the screen of my laptop from my very liberal (now ex-) boyfriend while watching the intervi…