LOST FOR WORDS

When I’m lost for words, I try and consult the wisdom of the Ages: The Bible, Our Founding Fathers, Philosophers, Yogi Berra. Let’s do Yogi first. “Hey Yogi, what time is it?” Yogi: “You mean right now?” There, I feel better. At least for 30 seconds. I have to tell you a story. I’m in

TRUMP. ADELSON. PELOSI.

Donald Trump loves the image of himself sauntering across the stage showing a clenched fist or better yet…two clinched fists. Like he is actually in charge of something. Or, maybe a former war hero basking in well earned adulation. Hardly, on both counts. Trump is a fraud. He is a kept man. He does what