- A word of advice to world leaders: If you’re going to make the decision to launch an all-out war based on the intel from a couple of documents, you might want to read them all thoroughly. Yes, including the footnotes. Yes, I know it’s hard and that you’re very, very busy. But you really should, just in case there’s a misspelling or something…

- It was suggested in my Comments that Peter Sagal ought to be my running mate. That’s a great idea. While I would never, ever seek to supplant my current running mate, Fanny the Roborat, it is true that she’s been suffering from some health problems stemming from an unfortunate accident in her hotel room last night. It seems someone inadvertently tipped a candle into a pile of gasoline-soaked rags. She’s okay, but expect a major campaign announcement very soon…

- “It’s all the CIA’s fault! Wait, no, it’s all the fault of those damned Brits. Or wait - what did Botswana’s President Festus Mogae know and when did he know it? Why didn’t the French say something when they had the chance? We need answers here, people…”

- Seriously, about the above: Somebody ought to forge a White House email to Senator Pat Roberts asking if he’d be so good as to drop his pants and skip down Pennsylvania Avenue singing “Wait Till the Sun Shines, Nellie” at the top of his lungs. You know, as “a special favor to the President.” It ought to make for some fairly entertaining video.

- The Next Big Broadway Musical is now at top cruising speed - we completely sold out our most recent show, and there’s already a waiting list for tonight’s performance. Last time out we had to run for a couple of months before we came to the happy problem of having to turn people away. So make those reservations now, folks, or be forced to face the horrible dilemma of finding something else to do in New York this summer…