I think Bill was very aware of what he was doing, entering the airplane. By doing so he believed he’d prove that he and Hill had no sense of guilt and had nothing to hide. Why would the spouse of a woman being investigated go into that situation unless she was clean as a whistle?

That’s what I keep thinking. There must be some really intense nonstop meetings taking place in the O office right about now.

Trump’s groping history is egregious, but what makes these assaults sound particularly traumatizing is that they were made by one of the most sexually repulsive characters I can imagine. Like some insect who eats it’s partner after mating, I can’t imagine him doing anything but pleasuring himself, and that…

But isn’t his finest moment with Mom (Angelica Huston) in the Grifters? Kissy kissy.

The title of my next poem: Stuck Outside in the Remnants of Campaign Motorcades

My habit is calling sweatshirt sweatshirts. Just can’t break it.

I volunteer in a jail teaching writing. This is my competition.

I think she is probably hilarious at a dinner party with friends. Imagine her wealth of stories.

Clinton gratefully humming Ave Maria under her breath.

I switched the tube off right after that. What’s worse is that this woman will be given a platform to repeat this for another 5 or 6 days. There is nothing standing between her creativity and the CNN audience. Ouch, my ears, my eyes.

“Accusers get free fame”. Whereas Donald bought his.

Bob Dylan is not in the profession of literature. He is a musician and lyricist. There is a difference. His lyrics, absent of his music and performance, are not worthy of such a prize. It angers me when musicians who write good lyrics feel the need to describe themselves as poets, as if being a lyricist is not …

He looks like a 4 year old, playing house in his mother’s dress.

Rather than focus on real journalists, I think it’s time to put the feet of cable newscasters and producers to the fire. They created the Trump-as-mythical-viable-candidate-character from whole cloth. They still, today, air hour after hour of interviews and panel discussions featuring dishonest, vapid, disingenuous…

Where have I heard the myth that immigration comes easily to Mexicans before?

Yep. Look like packaging for a king size electric blanket.

You just described an intimate response to watching the McDonalds fill with water that made me wish I’d seen it too. Then you say you probably missed the point of it. Why would you think that?

This was the face of our innocence before OJ Simpson’s trial.

What kind of mind runs to the Guardian and the National Enquirer when they encounter family problems?

I’ve always found the disclosure that “I’m really shy” to be funny. Everyone is shy. It’s kind of like, “Deep down, being buried alive frightens me” as far as I’m concerned.