Charlie Livingston Albatross

Wednesday morning, I received a visit from Liermann, a Democratic strategist.  Refusing coffee or tea, he sat there in my office, glumly popping antacid tablets, clearly beside himself. “Tom,” he whined, “the Democrats are about in the absolute worst situation for a mid-term election a person could possibly imagine.  Not only is the economy still… Continue reading Charlie Livingston Albatross

Lost Iraqi Treasure DFIs Discovery

“Ahmed” came by the office yesterday.  The last time he was there, I scheduled him as the final appointment of the day so the place would have at least twelve hours to air out.  That did not, however, prove effective.  The next morning, “Ahmed’s” world class camel-jockey body odor still lingered at a level sufficient… Continue reading Lost Iraqi Treasure DFIs Discovery

Vilsack Still Suffering from Premature Termination

Today’s miserable outdoor conditions were more proof (as if we needed it here) that the primary difference between Hell and Washington DC in the summer is that Hell has dry heat.  The mercury climbed to around one hundred this afternoon, and with the humidity, it felt like about one hundred and ten outside.  Which is… Continue reading Vilsack Still Suffering from Premature Termination

Idle Hands Continue to be Devil’s Workshop

My dear sister Rose stopped downtown for lunch on Thursday, and, as usual, she chose the restaurant, opting for the Occidental, a truly venerable Washington institution that’s been around since the turn of the last century.  In 2006, it moved next to the Willard Hotel, where the Round Robin Bar is located, and regular readers… Continue reading Idle Hands Continue to be Devil’s Workshop