Smoke on a Lincoln bedspread

Somehow I doubt it has yet sunk in just how big a disaster this country dodged last November, but I got a reminder the other day when I saw the loser’s daughter was tweeting about her dinner plans. Instead of Sam Kass cooking, we would have had a Skankette porking out on Subway, with motorcades in each direction. Even her mom’s eating Vicodin would be preferable. Really, wealth is wasted on the rich.