Fun With Play-Dough

Continuing to whine about Hillary’s math is like trying to milk the bull while the cow is standing a few feet away; wondering when the hell anybody is going to pay attention to her.

Sorry for the run-on sentence, but there is no story here, and I wish the media would stop trying to create one.

Meantime, some bad reports are coming from the Windy City. I have a bit of a soft spot for Chicago; it was he first place I landed when I immigrated to America. The man who is now my husband indulged my need to go to all the usual places a fresh immigrant likes to see, from Dunkin’ Donuts to Macy’s, and I have fond memories. We even went back for our honeymoon, although it was so bloody cold my face froze within ten seconds of leaving our hotel.

With the recent increase in violence, the city has decided to up security, and the cops have been handed some fun new weapons. Will it help? Maybe; if they don’t shoot their eye out first.

I know what Chicago needs: a real life Batman. I can just see him swinging from the Sears Tower. Hey, isn’t Huckabee looking for a new high-profile job? I wonder if the black-rubber-look would work for him.