We’re gonna be honest. There’s a lot of stuff going on this week. 1917 has 10 Oscar nominations. You’re holding issue one of the Indy in your trusting hands. It’s early in the morning and we can’t think of anything else.
We also have a few confessions to make. We’re new to this. We’re a little too patriotic, a little too militant. We’re guilty on two counts of murder in the nth degree. We’re guilty of delivering you the news exactly as promised—no ifs, apps, or Buttigieg. We’re guilty of five of the seven deadly sins. We’re guilty of green eggs and ham.
It’s early in the morning, but the crowds are cheering in unprecedented numbers, our right hand is on The Undercommons, our left hand raised.
We swear an oath to you, Indy.