You’re driving down the road — texting — because you’re running late. You’ve been behind because your husband got laid off and you’re putting in crazy hours trying to make up for the loss. You forgot to call ahead to make the reservation. You need to meet this guy and close the deal. The car’s not running right because you didn’t have the time or money to bring it to the mechanics and fix what you knew really needed to be fixed. You’re almost there when that god-damn truck pulls out in front of you and you can’t stop in time, ’cause the brakes won’t hold and …

So, when they pull her from the wreckage, do you really tell her: this is the outcome you deserve?

I get the concept of comic relief — of laughing rather than crying, but sometimes, just once in a while, we need to play it straight.

America deserves Trump, like Mr. Smith deserves cancer for eating all that fast food.

The “inevitable” connection seems begging to be made — but please, resist. Trump is not a politician (I can hear the Amens) but he is not a friend to our political system. He’s the president, but he’s no real friend of the people either. When he looks out over a crowd or at himself, in the mirror, he sees the same image.

“ a man who cheats or tricks someone by gaining their trust and persuading them to believe something that is not true.”

Definition of a con man.