Funny, but not in the way you're thinking. in Book Two

When I worked as a real estate agent, I used to flip through the local glossy real estate magazines and marvel at the random ugliness of my colleagues. I’m not bragging. I’m not the best looking turd in the bowl. But that’s what it was. A bunch of varnished turds. Putting on our best outfits and posing for the glamour shot. We certainly were not a glamour magazine. We were more like Mad magazine - a bunch of Alfred E Newmans.

I think about this in relation to the scene I witnessed on TV. Trump’s cabinet falling over each other to praise the king. I thought. These guys are all in the wrong room. What happened to the lawyers? What happened to the real politicians? And what happened to leadership? Common sense? What happened to reality?

I’m a little angry because twice in the past 24 hours someone has mentioned the 51st state. First of all, how original. Secondly, not funny, never funny. Third, I would get off the Trump bus. It’s out of control and heading off a cliff. You think you’re funny. I think you’re funny too.