Thursday Morning

I think I'll take the rest of today off from paying attention to what's going on with Donald Trump, the target of the single greatest witch hunt of a politician in American history. And don't you kinda admire in a strange way how everything Trump does is the single greatest ever? If he eats a piece of chocolate cake, it's the single greatest piece of chocolate cake ever and if he were to go bowling, he would probably throw the single greatest gutterball ever. Can't wait to see him bragging over the ratings his resignation speech will get.

One thing to note by those of us tracking how Trump's crisis apes and does not ape Watergate: A lot less of Nixon's problems were self-inflicted. Some were…but Nixon was a little better at taking a bad situation and not making it ten times worse. With his "witch hunt" claims, Trump is setting up in advance — as he always does — the excuses if he loses. If he'd lost the election, it was because the whole process was rigged, remember? He's still flogging that as the reason he lost the popular vote. He doesn't know enough to greet the appointment of a Special Counsel with "Happy to hear it! Robert Mueller is a man of integrity and I look forward to cooperating with him in every possible way to clear up this matter so we can get on with the nation's business."

But that's it for today…I hope.