Well, more like a shrub.
Those ophidian eyes. That supercilious smirk. That whiny tone of voice. That charming mispronunciation and those endearing malaprops. Our beloved president must be holding another of those frequent news conferences that he enjoys so much. I watch attentively, hoping to pan some nugget of substance from the river of fertilizer that spews from the TV screen. Alas. Once again, I am bitterly disappointed. Oh, well, Survivor's on. Later.