Dear Diary: I boarded my trusty Taxpayer One for the flight to Georgia where I was scheduled to meet a pre-kindergarten class in Decatur, there to deliver some remarks on the danger of assault water pistols. Those kids are clearly the offspring of bitter clingers and know their stuff-- they kept telling me about their unalienable rights, whatever those are. The encounter has been so intellectually challenging that I can't wait to depart for West Palm Beach and the Presidents' Day weekend, during which my golf clubs will not be among the nation's 7.9 percent unemployed, if you know what I mean, wink, wink.
