I have an observation about how amazed the media is at the "distinctly American lives" led by the alleged Russian spies. From today's Spokesman Review:
Richard and Cynthia Murphy grew lettuce in a backyard garden, walked their daughters to the school bus each morning, and swapped Christmas cards with old neighbors who had moved to Texas.
Their modest three-bedroom house sported maroon shutters and a wrap-around porch, and sat on a winding street in a well-heeled suburb across from Manhattan. They drove a green Honda Civic.
To all appearances, the Murphys were a typical, child-obsessed American family – not deep-cover Russian spies straight from a Cold War novel.
A Cold War novel is...wait for it...fiction! These deep-cover spies, if that's what they are, looked exactly like they were supposed to. I've grown lettuce. I used to drive a green Honda Civic. I have a wrap-around porch and shutters on my house. I've even swapped Christmas cards with old friends in Texas.
Fascinating. I'm sending a report about this journalistic incredulity back to the Motherland.