oday was once the Feast of St. Peter’s Chair, but apparently it was a casualty of some sort of revisionism back in the days when I was young and frogs ruled the world. I don’t really know. And I really don’t feel inspired to rummage through old books—whether real or virtual—to find out. So I guess I’ll just let that one lie.
And our president seems determined to fulfill his boast of keeping the government closed for a long long time. I don’t really know why and frankly I don’t give a damn. It makes his administration seem weak and stupid, and by reflection it makes him seem weak and stupid, so the quicker he gets it over with the better. I mean, he dealt himself this losing hand, and now he’s reduced to hoping his opponent will lend him a couple of aces. It could happen. I don’t think it’s going to, but I’ve been wrong before. I kind of hope I’m wrong this time. But I’m not.