The problem is that every time I’m reminded of the fact that Trump and his hoods are placing themselves in the van of the free world I’m beset by a mixture of revulsion and deep suspicion, and it isn’t very nice. It isn’t.
So please, dear Americans, would you find some way of consigning these people to a dimly lit place more suited to their natures so that JJ can resume his habit of finding out what’s going in the world. If you could beat the British Empire in all its 19th century version of greatness, a mere gang of ne’er-do-wells slithering around the White House should be a piece of cake. Thank you.