Here’s your week in review, in haiku.
Tremendously big,
tremendously wet, loud, and
incredibly close
My father died in
the dark, alone, he said (the
Manafort makes his
plea, a power broker now
broken. Who’s up next?
“Sir, Ronan Farrow
on line two… Sir? Stop screaming…
Sir? You alright? Sir?”
No time to finish /
digging the hole to bury
his soul / Mac goes home
Have safe and worry-free weekend if you can, everyone.