You wake up in the morning, pour yourself a cup of coffee, and get today’s news from the New York Times or the Washington Post. I respect that. That’s noble. But when I wake up in the morning, or mid-afternoon, I pour myself a shot of whiskey, and wait for the news to be given to me in joke form. You hear “Chris Christie is ready to run for President” and I hear “Chris Christie, presidential candidate, is still shaped like the Nutty Professor.” Same news, different interpretation. I am you and you are me. We should grab a coffee sometime. An Irish Coffee, of course.