As a poet I should now be reciprocated with a chance to write immigration policy. Moreover, The Cooch apparently would not recognize prosody if it bit him in the ass.

She’s hangin’ with Carmen Sandiego. Or Elvis.

We now know who to call.

His street name should be Tone Def. 

Where is he? Hell, WHO is he? The Democratic clown car is more like a tour bus. 

#WhiteLungsMatter?

“If you were good, you got an orange.”

While I live in DC these days, I miss Chicago. 

He might be good at math, but if he’s into eugenics he clearly didn’t pay much attention to twentieth-century history.

As Dan Rather once said under oath, “If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then you’ve probably got a duck on your hands.” 

Oy, gestalt!

Nice.

Nice.

She may not actually be pansexual, she just can’t tell who anybody is.

I’m in negotiations to buy a supporting role.

“The New York Times editorial board also accused her of “scolding” and fretted that “her brief address” at Davos this year “lacked the usual niceties.””

In more than 19 years of editing economics research I have learned, if nothing else, that some people should not be allowed to use metaphors.

That’s some Jaime Escalante/Dead Poets Society-level teaching there.

1. I am currently facing a case of the yips with placing my thumb on the biometric scanner at work. So, yeah.

This link echoes your last paragraph. 

Thanks. It’s been a while and I didn’t check.