The saddest words of tongue or pen: What might have been. While we were seriously discussing the slow-rolling fiasco that is becoming Trump Iran policy, contemplating the problem of unqualified nepo babies becoming Director of National Intelligence, railing against the self-important pompousness of reporters who think they’re all that, and complaining about journos who repeat Trump White House leaks verbatim, we forgot to talk about the Edith Wilson of the 21st century, the Queen of Weekend at Bernie’s in the White House, the national embarrassment to the Democratic Party — move over you Nazi guy in Maine — Docktah Jill Biden. Really Jill? Your husband was having a stroke, and your first thought was to tell him, “Good job, you answered all the questions,” as if he was in kindergarten? OK cool.
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