and what would you do, sweetheart? Throw him a kiss as he screws your children’s future up worse than it already is?
I don’t care if they meet while waving flags, popping baloons, and eating fried chicken under a tree in Fort Marcy Park or in the darkest caverns of the Capitol, it’s the vote on what comes out of these boogey man meetings that is meaningful. Meantime, Politico is not going to be in charge of my blood pressure knee jerk reactions. I wait for the ones in the know to opine, sugar.