For quite a while I have cast about in my mind for a simple, inclusive way to define the current crop of Republican candidates for the party’s Presidential nomination. And this morning, while for some dysfunctional reason thinking about Bill O’Reilly, I stumbled upon the best definition up with which my aging, fevered brain has come.
Their egos are writing checks their intellects can’t possibly cash.
Now I may reward my cleverness and wit with another cup of morning coffee. (Guatemala Antigua or Caffe Verona, from Starbucks bean collection.)