On Wednesday, like many, I was a useless, immobile, deflated bag of dread and torpor, unable to think about anything but the four-year shitstorm darkening the horizon. On Thursday, I started moving again, the bag swelling with a mounting fury at roughly 73 million fellow Americans, but also with a warm gooey slab of bread […] The post Dolin’ Out has your emotional support gumbo at the next Monday Night Foodball appeared first on Chicago Reader.