Pessimists used to like to say that the country was “going to pot.” But of course the new zeitgeist requires that we say that the country is “going to potty.” Any potty you want, apparently. Okay, I know this has become a dead-horse theme here (though some self-identifying horses, not to be confused with horse’s asses, will take exception to this figure of speech), but it’s the gift that keeps on giving. (And I think some readers, at least, would like to take a Trump break.) Liberate the potty! The final frontier of civil rights?? Speaking of horse’s asses, let’s start out with the Dowager Princess of Chappaqua.
Look! Godzilla!!
Separated at birth?
And finally. . .
