Guess who wants to do away with The Foreign Corrupt Practices Act?

What, you have to ask?

BILL

PS: Going dark for awhile. Maybe longer. Be well.

How I KNOW I'm a Natural Smart Ass - Round Two:

There are occasions when the very first words I say to someone are: “This is not sarcasm when I say…”

BILL

Midwin Charles

Caught this very sharp lady yesterday and, oh, how I love a properly framed argument. She noted how POUTus is constantly denigrating Robert Mueller’s investigation and character. She then asked: If you knew you were innocent would you time and again slam the integrity and professionalism of the one person who could vindicate you?

The question kind of answers itself, doesn’t it?

BILL

This is Worse Than When I Had Heel Spurs

Been a bitch trying to sleep of late. Flo keeps saying I wake up panting and sweating and crying out “Is a mother and child crossing the border?” She of course corrects me with a hard slap and says “It’s ARE a mother and child crossing the border, dumb ass.” Scheduled an appointment with a shrink to talk all this through but I’m not optimistic.

BILL

Two Years In...

… POUTus has yet to visit those war zone troops he claims to care so much about. Perhaps those noisome heel spurs are flaring up again.

BILL

What Comes of Zero Empathy

So despite our intelligence agencies stating with “high confidence” that the Saudi prince ordered the gruesome death of a human rights advocating Washington Post reporter, POUTus lets it slide due to what he deems more important business relationships with Saudi Arabia. Who will be the enterprising reporter who asks: “Mr. President, if your daughter Ivanka, during a visit to the Middle East, was kidnapped, gang raped, tortured and murdered, and our intelligence agencies stated with high confidence that the Saudi prince was behind this grim deed, would your present allegiance to business still adhere and if not, why not? Just curious.”

BILL

Alas, I Grow Old

I’m getting up there in years yet still feel the exact same way I did as a young man: sucker-punched time and again by life and tossed only the most meager rations of acclaim, well-chewed bones that could never mirror the bountiful heaps of praise of which I’ve been so unjustly denied.

(Do I sound bitter?)

BILL