Reaching the ‘Barr’ of Justice
By HARRY M. COVERT
Looking for some grins and giggles on this day as the swampers and swampettes breathlessly await the “Mueller Musings,” I picked up a fountain pen to scribble. I knew the ambrosia, the food of the gods, might not appear. I can hope.
“Oh ye of little faith,” the words appeared. To be honest, and why would this space be otherwise, I turned to the happy days of Tony Soprano for solace on how he deals with rats.
Seriously, folks, in unleashed anticipation of today’s redactions, predictable distortions, spins and general dismay throughout the nasty airwaves, remember it is Holy Week.… Read More