There’s something wrong with me (or is it “right with me”?). I waded into Kevin D. Williamson’s High Plains Grifter to wallow in schadenfreude at the self-inflicted wounds of Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton, who’s about to get his comeuppance.

But I didn’t feel it. The schadenfreude wasn’t there, even though a corrupt top law enforcement officer is particularly odious.

What I felt was that Texas needs to remove this cancer from public office and the cancer needs to spend the rest of his life in repentance — as do we all.