Netanyahu and Abbas Booked for 15 Rounds; Obama to Referee

Around ten o’clock this morning, I heard an intense flurry of highly-accented yelling coming from the reception area outside my office.  Somebody was screaming obscenities at Gretchen, my blonde, blue-eyed twentysomething Pennsylvania Dutch private secretary.  Line One rang. “Mr. Collins,” Gretchen calmly informed me, “there’s a Mr. Makat Zayin from the Israeli Embassy here to see… Continue reading Netanyahu and Abbas Booked for 15 Rounds; Obama to Referee

Bedbugs, Bedbugs – Whatcha Gonna Do When They Come for You?

My three o’clock consultation today was O’Meanahan, a top-echelon conservative Republican strategist.  To say that he was beaming would be totally insufficient.  To opine that he appeared self-satisfied would be a gross understatement.  To aver that he appeared triumphant would be a pitiful misrepresentation.  No, O’Meanahan looked like the cat that ate the canary, the… Continue reading Bedbugs, Bedbugs – Whatcha Gonna Do When They Come for You?

Bomb-Bomb-Bomb, Bomb-Bomb Iran

I had just arrived at the office this morning, perhaps five minutes after Gretchen opened up in preparation for an early consultation appointment, when the telephone rang.  After answering, Gretchen put her hand over the receiver and gave me a knowing look.  “It’s Mahmud Ahmadinejad,” she whispered.  “He sounds drunk.” “Usually is when he calls… Continue reading Bomb-Bomb-Bomb, Bomb-Bomb Iran

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