Friday was the regular Republican National Committee consultation appointment, and Dick Bilmoer, their premier political policy wonk extraordinaire, was in a state of high dungeon. “Damn it all, Collins!” he bellowed as he flung himself down on the couch in front of the picture window overlooking the White House, “there’s no underestimating the idiocy of… Continue reading Donald Trump – A Riddle Inside a Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma with Insanity Sauce
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When a Golden Opportunity Knocks, Texas Answers
It was that weekend around the Fourth of July, and six entire consecutive days away from the office is a welcome rarity for Gretchen. And as it turned out this morning, she certainly needed the equanimity a short vacation can confer, as Austin Houston Crockett Bowie Bonham III – married horndog Texan who should know… Continue reading When a Golden Opportunity Knocks, Texas Answers
Rachel Dolezal Precipitates a Smoked Irish Predicament
McDonnell is a macro economist at the American Enterprise Institute, an ostensibly nonpartisan public policy research think-tank here in Washington DC. Well, as Teddy Roosevelt used to say, horsefeathers! AEI is a community of sycophantic, neoconservative scholars and their obscenely wealthy supporters committed to making sure that the rich get richer and the poor get… Continue reading Rachel Dolezal Precipitates a Smoked Irish Predicament
Office of Personnel Management Can’t Manage to Keep a Secret
Weeknights at the Round Robin Bar tend to be quiet, uncrowded and convivial – unless it’s a Friday, when things become a bit more, shall we say, kinetic. Last night should have been one of the former, naturally, but it definitely wasn’t. When I walked in, there were Horn and Hardart, going at it hammer… Continue reading Office of Personnel Management Can’t Manage to Keep a Secret
FIFA Fie Fo Fum! An Evil Giant Bumbles, Stumbles and Falls
Early this afternoon, Merdoso Donnato Pompino, representing the Fédération Internationale de Football Association, paid me a visit for a consultation. Obviously still on Naples time, he arrived twenty minutes late, and obviously a completely self-absorbed, if obviously aging jock, he nevertheless spent another ten trying to get Gretchen’s telephone number. What the hell, as far… Continue reading FIFA Fie Fo Fum! An Evil Giant Bumbles, Stumbles and Falls