Yesterday, three times, Trump said that we need to look at the "oranges" of the Mueller Report. I think it is clear that he is dyslexic. Oh, by the way, he cheats at golf. That might lose him a couple of votes with the country club set.
Since the readership, or at least the commenting readership, of this blog is the most deadly serious, earnest, ideologically clued in collection of people I have ever met, one might wonder why I even mention these sorts of trivia. Simple. It is because I am being driven stark raving mad by the political reality in which my one and only life cycle [Erik Erikson] is located. If I cannot find some way to lift the cloud over my head, I fear I shall not make it to my ninetieth birthday.