The Job Creator takes a bottle of bourbon from his desk drawer and pours himself a stiff drink—both to steady his nerves and to create distillery jobs in the heartland.
Plan: Go to spin class; rent car and take relaxing day trip upstate to bird-watch. Reality: Stayed home with blanket; walked around the block once to stave off deep-vein thrombosis.
Men, you need to accept that the impulse to dominate those around you is utterly destructive, and I don’t want to hear a goddam word from anyone who disagrees with me.