I don't have many acquaintances who consider themselves supporters of the failed reality TV star we installed in the White House because I don't suffer fools gladly. I have taken in recent months as the presidential campaign of 2020 lurches forward to telling them, and anyone else who lends me an ear of a painfully obvious truth of spelling.
And then a story like this shows up and suddenly I don't feel so droll.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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