Debate Magazine
Dear Diary: I am in shock, SHOCK, I tell you. Not about the elections [geniuses are seldom appreciated in their own time] but from the lava flow on the Big Island burying my small plantation of Blueberry Yum-Yum, the merlot of marijuanas. I went to bed early last night -- as is my habit at critical moments like the Benghazi incident. This morning, as I crunched up my Honeynut Cheerios, I switched off my iPresidentophone, to pre-empt any impudent calls from Vlad, Bibi, and their like, offering tuition in winning elections. But enough about me.
