Abby, there is no topping the author’s confession of finding a Nifong analog in Jesus Christ. However, I don’t want LR readers to overlook the highly risible albeit admittedly lesser flapdoodle that Ms. Smith produced shortly afterward:
Get a bunch of alcohol-filled, rowdy young men together and one or two of them will probably taunt and invade, with an instrument, a sassy-talking black woman.
