Dateline: Los Angeles, 2 am. I am awake reading the McGonigal indictments, because of course I am. In the silence of my home, I am quietly fuming. I am fuming at what is legal, and I am fuming that this soul cancer of greed that has infected my country seems to have no bottom.
We have endured six years of front-page traitors thumbing their noses at the l…