The night of the shutdown I sat in a favorite Capitol Hill Italian restaurant and watched the few republican Senators who are not total fruitcakes come in and dine in a private room – McCain, Cornyn, Alexander, Graham, Fluke.
As I was leaving I stopped across the street to buy (ahem) nicotine and a motorcycle cop pulled up in front of me followed by Majority Leader Mitch McConnell’s limo.
I figured they were cooking up a deal. Alas, the cooking apparently did not get much further than the linguini. No deal ever materialized. Read more