I admit it. This blogger has it all right. I get a call from George W. Bush every morning. Well, actually, I'm not supposed to remember the call, but I have a hazy recollection of them. Anyway, in a soothing, calming voice, W. informs me what I need to write about that day. Before he hangs up, he snaps his fingers, and I'm left wondering why I'm holding the phone in my hand.
Dang, that guy has us all figured out. HT Hugh Hewitt.
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