At the same time, he drives a used Saab, wears worn oxford cloth shirts and putters about like a man out of a Loudon Wainwright III song. He deploys phrases like “causative locus,” “irremediable panniculus” and “cigar-chomping hemorrhoidal bigot.” The anti-abortion billboards in Alabama make him want to throw himself under a bus. He is interestingly ambiguous.
