Is that why I feel so beleaguered and besieged after the increasingly under two-hour ritual?
Or is it the unending stream of insults and lies?
“It’s a battle. It’s a war.... It’s kind of like being in a war zone.’’
“It’s a war zone. It’s pretty disheartening.’’
That is the way I'm feeling each and every day as I read less and less of the Globe.
