I can see now that between today and the elections, we are going to have to put up with an awful lot of seventh- and eighth-grade behavior on the part of your letter writers (mostly men who think they know more than Donald Trump and/or Joe Biden, judges, juries and even God).

When I was in the seventh grade, the guy who sat behind me in class used to pull on my pigtails (that’s what they called braids in the old days). It annoyed me and he knew it, but he just wanted to get my goat. Get all the farm animal references?