Blogging has been light not just because it's summer here in Wyoming and I spend a lot less time online, but also because I don't have a lot to say at the moment as I watch, mesmerized like all of us, by the spectacular fall of Hillary Clinton like a stale, soggy tea bag out of caffeine and the meteoric rise of Donald Trump, The Caffeinated Talker-Doer. At the moment, I can only claim to be a spectator in this unprecedented circus.
Let's put it this way: Donald Trump is to politics as a triple caffeinated latte with extra whipped cream is to our morning cup of Joe. We're hooked and we can't get enough of The Jolt. It's the American Way.