Every time I sit down to write a column, “insert column here:” faces me, because I put it there the night before. There are times that’s the only way I can get started. This is one of those times. I hate this week’s news. I want to go back to the good old days, when we only had advisors in Vietnam. When Russians were Communists and couldn’t be friends with our president.
This column is guaranteed to give our managing director a crushing headache, but won’t give you a headache, I hope, dear reader.