There were two posts yesterday. The first was “Megawusses:”
From the annals of they can dish it out but they can’t take it:
Fearful of counterattacks, rich conservatives and their allies are mostly holding their fire.
Or to put it another way, the party has decided — to run away.
I still predict that once Trump locks up the nomination, judicious, chin-stroking Republican moderates will declare, after much cogitation, that given Hillary Clinton’s, um, something or other, Trump is the more responsible choice.
Yesterday’s second post was “Scandals:”
One fun thing about being a public figure is hearing some of the rumors about the terrible, terrible things you’ve done. There was my personal bankruptcy; then, how I had to leave Princeton because of my drunken brawls with colleagues. I thought that was as good as it was going to get. But now I’m hearing that I’ve received lavish favors from Donald Trump, including stays at his properties and gaming chips.
I gotta say, this imaginary villain sounds a lot more interesting than the real guy.