Well, what’s a quarter of a million dollars between friends?
Bill’s b-day bash. If “bash” is what you would use to describe a warmed-over group of people who paid thousands to suck up to me and Bill in the hopes of parlaying favors of some kind — and then me standing there treating them like they are the big deal and not me. I’m the big deal. So, yeah, not my idea of a “bash.”
$250,000 to be a top contributor to a bday party. Now that’s rob from the rich and give to the – who am I kidding – give to the Clintons. Seems fine to me, actually.
More later.
Feeling better, maybe the “Pneumonia” is over. Although, perhaps I can pull off a remission right before debates. Or, hope for a world event (terrorist act?) that causes postponement …