As well it should be, else I'd be a sorry QuizMaster, no? For the record, I'm not technically a bastard, the parents were married during conception and delivery if not much longer. So there!
Speaking of bastards, the Grover Cleveland "Ma Ma, Where's My Pa?" thing gets trotted out every campaign season when some editorial writer, presumably on a slow day, makes note of the long history of dirty tricks in presidential campaigns (this one should get more press) in response to the notion that that cycle's are particularly bad. For reasons I've never understood this is supposed to make us reassured that things are going well, and the nation is in good hands.
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