I'm beginning to think he is trying to put together a Humpty Dumpty that is still slowly exploding into a million tiny pieces.
Maybe his job is to pretend the exploding isn't happening. Maybe all those wealthy people in the Halls of Congress can pretend too.
Maybe there is no putting Humpty Dumpty back together again. Maybe we need a new egg. Or we need to make an omelette or a souffle out of the wreckage of the old egg.
Something is missing in our national conversation. And the silence of the missing is deafening.
