It's like walking down a hallway that reaches into the far distance, with doors on either side. When you open a door, you see a scene of squalid, perverse, extravagant waste and misappropriation. After the first half-dozen doors, you might think you had seen it all, but every Next Door compels visceral disgust.

You would need a frying pan the size of Texas to righteously roast these miscreants.