You know that feeling where you immediately regret something but it is too late to change your mind? Like when you drop off your laundry, and then realize that you have a date that night and the only jeans in your closet are the ones that sag in the butt?
It is that precise feeling of petty, irritable regret that continues to dog the president as he contemplates his choice in attorney general, a person he can fire at any time but hasn’t.
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Still here. Still without airbrushing. Still with teeth.
