Good Morning Ted and Jody:
Yesterday on one of my exercise bike bouts I switched on the speculation to learn of the newest, shall we say, uproar, generated by the pestilence and his minions—leaking classified material to the Russians. The talking heads on CNN were so incensed that it took a bit of time to figure out what the actual story was. I switched to FOX and they were ignoring the story and dealing with what they thought was real news. So, I switched to MSNBC and found their talking heads were in an uproar (with the token conservative making charges against the world for the mistreatment of the pestilence). Finally, an hour later, FOX dove in and provided a shouting match over the issue, although not shouting about quite the same thing as the shouters on the other speculations. Having sampled the various points of view I am now firmly in a position to report the news as they conveyed it (forgive my conservative approach): We should all be angry at the Russians for tricking the self-proclaimed smartest man in the world into revealing classified information that was not actually his to share as it belonged to another country who had only loaned it to us for our eyes only. (I note there are several book or movie titles running around in that explanation).
On one of my other (I seem to be doing three 30 minute bouts a day) stationary bike bouts yesterday (I was firmly told that if I put wheels on it, I would probably get lost), I caught a segment of the View in which Joy Behar thought the pestilence might have short term memory issues given the way he changes what he says from one second to the next. I didn’t know and it helps to find out the pestilence needs to be on Prevegan®.
Periodically Nancy gets up from her chair and walks furiously around the house (inside, as it is raining outside most days. Clearly the rain is going to cause us to have to re-carpet the inside of the house soon. I am holding out for AstroTurf.) for about 7 to 10 minutes and sits down again. She accumulates some 6500 to 10000 steps each day this way (her goal is 6500, but she always hits 10000). It is sad, but she is hooked on the endorphins and can’t help herself (she even takes off walking to the mail box just for fun). I, on the other hand, hate the exercise bike and would give it up in a New York Minute, but it feels so good when the pain stops when I get off, I am afraid of losing that reminder of how bad exercise is.
I trust this finds you healthy, wealthy, wise and not easily tricked by Russian Spies.
Warmest regards, Ed
PS: this latest, err, news bit, highlights the pestilence’s need for an FBI Director to run down leaks in his staff—the idiot can’t determine who is loyal when they take his loyalty oath and who is following his lead (playing footsie with the truth).