Take a Knee? Forget That – Take a Drink!

Between consultations this afternoon, Gretchen left her desk in the reception area and popped into my office for a moment. “Tom,” she quietly informed me as she closed a heavy oak door behind her, “there’s this… Ebonic gentleman who’s been calling since about nine this morning asking for a consultation. He says he’s a professional… Continue reading Take a Knee? Forget That – Take a Drink!

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

States Tell Trump to Jump

I held my first consultation for the Presidential Advisory Commission on Election Integrity this Monday, when Hanover Fiste, Deputy Special Assistant Advisor to Advisory Commissioner Kobach for Election Policy, Methodology, Demographics and Metrics paid me a visit. Like many of my clients, he entered my office exhibiting the anxious air of a person with an… Continue reading States Tell Trump to Jump

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

In Their Hearts, They Would Know He’s Right (If Only They Knew Who He Is)

Another six day week had left me feeling entitled to a quiet Sunday, and it certainly started off that way yesterday morning. In the early afternoon, however, as my cat Twinkle and I lounged on the couch in the living room, my land line rang. Caller ID couldn’t tell me who it was, so I… Continue reading In Their Hearts, They Would Know He’s Right (If Only They Knew Who He Is)