Just for the Record, There’s Nothing “Impending” About America’s Civil War

As I have noted many times in the past, this Web log is read globally – in more than one hundred countries, as a matter of fact – as well as in the United States. My domestic readers, therefore, will forgive me for explaining various thing that they already know (or in many cases, I… Continue reading Just for the Record, There’s Nothing “Impending” About America’s Civil War

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

Russian May Have to Play Roulette with Presidential Pardons

As the venerable aphorism so pithily puts it, the difference between Hell and Washington DC in the summer is that Hell has dry heat. With the thermometer flirting with one hundred degrees Fahrenheit and the air so sodden with water vapor that stepping outside of an air conditioned building feels like crawling into a Siksika… Continue reading Russian May Have to Play Roulette with Presidential Pardons

Tsunami of Terrible Tweets Troubles Trump’s Twits

Friday night after work, I stopped by the Round Robin Bar for a properly made cocktail or two, and was enjoying a Van Gogh Vanilla and Caffe del Fuego white Russian, up, shaken, with a sprinkle of powdered Sri Lankan montane cardamom when I spied a haggard gentleman with huge bags under his eyes pounding… Continue reading Tsunami of Terrible Tweets Troubles Trump’s Twits

Nixon’s Ghost Stalks the West Wing – Trump Thinks It’s the Concierge

Another working Saturday for Gretchen and me – booked solid from six in the morning until well into the evening. And on top of that, there was someone who had been calling to ask for an initial consultation since early Thursday morning whom Gretchen simply had not been able to squeeze in. We discussed it… Continue reading Nixon’s Ghost Stalks the West Wing – Trump Thinks It’s the Concierge