THANKS TO DONALD: Maybe now — finally — I can stop binging on reruns of The West Wing.
That’s the TV show starring Martin Sheen and, for a few memorable seasons, Santa Barbara’s own Rob Lowe — that depicted a White House populated by competent, decent, likable, conscientious, and only slightly Machiavellian Triple A+ personality disorder types who seemed to believe in something other than their own political tumescence.
For the past two months, I’ve imbibed that show to keep reality at bay. I might have tried opioids, but constipation doesn’t work as a lifestyle choice.