There’s probably another word I’m looking for, (go ahead and weigh in), other than the Carrie White condition of moving things around with one’s thoughts, (I actually spent way too much time yesterday, trying to mind meld with my car keys), but this will get my point across and, besides, who’s got time for grammatical perfection?  Anyway, I’m not sure if it’s my fault or if it’s the result of a group effort, cosmic comeuppance or random circumstance, but I’ve been wishing, without the help of a genii, a bridge troll or a fire-hazard birthday cake for bad things to happen to the President, both in public and in my own whispered darkness, and, voila!  I know, now that he and Madame Satan and a growing list of mask-less morons have tested positive, I should show my humanity by feigning concern like the cheek-biting anchors on TV news shows or the op-ed contributors at the NYT, but what’s the point?  It would be a complete waste of a very expensive Voodoo doll and would certainly harsh the mellow which accompanied my first response to the news.  Besides, of all my sins, I’m pretty sure hypocrisy is a minor one, (if, in fact, it is one, which I’m also not looking up), and, just in case I have made a personal breakthrough in mind-over-matter, which, for all of you sedition mongers out there, I’m not saying I have, you can expect POTUS’s suffering to get much, much worse.