Opinion

Dressing down for the Senate is just bad manners

Let’s stipulate that many serious issues demand our nation’s attention. A looming government shutdown is surely one. Whether to continue funding for Ukraine is another. Lower in importance is the Senate’s unwritten dress code, which, effective immediately, no longer exists.

All may come as they are or, in John Fetterman’s case, worse. Fetterman (D-Pa), who proudly outfits himself as the biggest schlump ever to enter the Russell Senate Office Building, reported to his job dressed in sweats, top and bottom. Frankenstein’s monster would be offended.