Karen and Tom’s Excellent Consultation

In my humble opinion, of all life’s guilty pleasures, nothing beats sleeping late on a Sunday morning in the company of someone who loves you. Of course, the fact of the matter is that, thanks to some punk virus that came out of a Chinese bat’s keister, Cerise and I have not had a truly… Continue reading Karen and Tom’s Excellent Consultation

MAGA 2: Electric Boogaloo

Yesterday, I received an encrypted IM from Gretchen about scheduling a new appointment: Some guy named Mark Meadows called. Claimed he works at the White House. Sounded like a complete backwoods hick with a deep-fried redneck accent that would embarrass Larry the Cable Guy. It appears he’s what happens when southerners marry their cousins for… Continue reading MAGA 2: Electric Boogaloo

Pence the Possible Patsy for a Plague

Thursday evening after work, I stopped by the Round Robin Bar, as I often do. About halfway through my Macallan 18 on the rocks, Higganbotham slid into the booth next to me and tossed an envelope on the cocktail table. “Count it,” he said. I knew Higganbotham, as most Beltway insiders do, as a notorious… Continue reading Pence the Possible Patsy for a Plague

Washington Gets an Impounding Headache

My sister-in-law Katje invited herself over to my office Friday morning and camped out in the reception area chatting with Gretchen about the myriad evils of the Trump administration and regaling my paying clients about the ongoing impeachment of the President until I agreed to speak with her. As it happened, I was booked solid… Continue reading Washington Gets an Impounding Headache

To Explain Ukraine is Mainly a Big Pain

The biggest single problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place. – George Bernard Shaw It was another working Saturday which found me at the Round Robin Bar after my final consultation ended at seven thirty in the evening. There, I saw Farquhar, a DC staffer for the Biden campaign and McLoon,… Continue reading To Explain Ukraine is Mainly a Big Pain