Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

I must say that observing my office mates today chattering about and then watching the big Capital Hill hearings that were finally going to destroy the Donald reminded me strongly of all those Christmases of my misspent yoot when I would hurtle down the stairs in anticipatory ecstasy only to discover that my parents had once again failed to give me a pony.

Back in the day, the tears were bitter.  Now they’re delicious.