A tumultuous twelve days

It's very bad of me, I know, but I'm hugely enjoying Donald Trump's return to the White House. He's a circus act, especially after the final half-year of the Biden presidency, as our commander-in-chief melted into obscurity like the Cheshire Cat, leaving only his frown behind.

It's all very deliberate of Mr Trump, I suppose, with each flourish of his signature an upraised middle finger to the New York Times and the Good People who take their opinions from its pages. Meanwhile his cabinet picks slide past the US Senate like so many ducks in a shooting gallery. Matt Gaetz took a dive before before the first shot was fired, so he won't be Trump's -- what was it? Secretary of Defense? -- ah, Attorney General, right. I'd quite forgotten, in all the excitement, and who could blame me?