A different suspect

We are parts way through the autumn of political game season. Yes, all the duck and pheasants are fat with the berries of political rhetoric, ready for any good pundit to come along, slay them, skin them, and survive off their meaty game for the remainder of the season. But, never fear for game is no longer scarce. True, the political game season truly only comes round every four years, but as Jesus gave many bread and fish from a loaf of bread and two trout, so too has politics given us so m...