There’s an Investor Born Every Minute

My dear sister Rose Lotus dropped by last night, her eyes red from crying.  It’s some kind of pattern – the men screw up and their wives contact me for help – I guess it’s my basic animal magnetism that makes them identify me with salvation; although I am aware that sounds a bit kinky… Continue reading There’s an Investor Born Every Minute

Watch Out Obama, Here Come Chelsea’s Momma

The Obama fund raiser called me just minutes after the one who works for Hillary Clinton.  Could he visit me this evening?  Sure – I had both of them show up at eight, figuring one would arrive enough in advance of the other that they wouldn’t meet on my lawn; and if they did, what… Continue reading Watch Out Obama, Here Come Chelsea’s Momma

Kill One for the Gipper

Some clients want results, some clients want miracles.  The International Football Advisory Council is definitely in the latter category.  This afternoon, I contended with three inches of newly fallen snow to reach the IFAC offices on K Street.  That’s enough snow to paralyze Washington DC, because Washington is a city where about sixty percent of… Continue reading Kill One for the Gipper