No Smocking Guns Allowed On These Premises

There were a few skeptics out there who said they never heard of a Hanukkiah and that the candle-holder thingee is a menorah. For the last time: it is not a menorah. Even my 4-year old granddaughter, the brilliant and mathematically advanced Little Miss, when explaining Hanukkah to her cousins, said 

...and then we light all the candles in the Hanukkiah because tonight is the last night. 

If Little Miss knows it's a Hanukkiah, trust me, it's a Hanukkiah. Now that we have that straightened out...

Bill Bramhall / Tribune Content Agency/ 12/09/18

I still don't feel much like writing about politics. The president continues to embarrass the nation with his tweets. As his non-existent business empire continues to implode, revealing more and more heinous business dealings, crimes, and felonies, and the White House staff keeps exiting at a furious pace, there isn't much to say about it.  I may not have liked George H.W. Bush as president, but watching everyone fall over themselves praising his statesmanlike behavior is a greater indictment of what we have...or don't have... now rather than how it actually was under 41. Even 43 came off as a gentleman-in-mourning. When the nation suddenly views the Bushes as model Americans, you know something is not quite right.

Personally, I long for a family like the Obamas: a loving couple, seemingly normal kids, no adulterous scandals, smart people responding appropriately. I don't have to agree with everything they do or say, but I want people with grace, elegance, and good manners occupying the White House. They do happen to represent our nation in public. 

Instead of  moronic, misspelled tweets, I would settle for a single, cogent thought that considers the state of the world. Is that asking so much from a world leader? Apparently, it is. 

The Mueller investigation appears to be heading into the final stretch. I'm not crazy about the idea of impeachment if only because Pence, that right-wing, not-so-closeted Nazi would become president. All of them belong in jail: Feckless, his traitor-tots (Junior, Eric, Ivanka, and Jared,) his campaign committee, and even some of his robber baron cabinet appointees. They all need to be fitted for orange jumpsuits... with lovely smocking, of course.

We have become an international joke, a laughing stock on a world stage where once our commitment to science and technology was a lamp to the world. Instead, we embraced fossil fuel usage today, and we were mocked for it at the U.N. conference on climate change currently taking place in Katowice, Poland. 

The stock market is not winning. The employees of GM are not winning. The earth is not winning. What happened to all that winning Feckless promised we were going to have? By the way,  he can get you a great deal on a bridge in Brooklyn.

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week

There is a spell checker on Twitter, 

but it kinda assumes you know what you're talking about.