His lips are moving.
It’s an old joke, and a bad one, but hell, he’s earned it. Take the gala event from last week, where he obliged to let some words drop out of his mouth for the great unwashed to gather up and cherish. It was only twenty one minutes long, but was carefully worded and notable for both what was in it and what was not. As always, he sees no need to reference reality in any way whatsoever, instead mouthing palliatives for the masses — soothing baby talk to calm them so they... [More]