We sat down at Coffee Noir, outside, enjoying the spring sun.

“It’s been a while,” Bill said. “About three weeks, I think.”

“I’ve been rereading our patient write-ups, especially Chapters 7 to 10,” Jay said.  “Although we’ve had all the president-wannabees dropout, except for Trump, the other 25 perspectives are fairly current.”

“And you really nailed Hatch,” Bill said, looking at me.

“What do you mean?”

“About losing it,” Bill answered. “He’s obviously completely lost it. It’s no longer just his ignorance and arrogance – his neurons must be short circuiting.”

“Details, please,” Jay said, impatiently.

“You both saw it. Hatch is now in bed with Trump, expecting to change Trump a bit by whispering in his ear.”

“Good luck,” I said. “Trump is not a listener; I doubt he pays any attention to whispers in his ear.”

“All the more reason Hatch has clearly lost it.”

“Maybe there’s a reason,” Jay said. “Hatch always wanted to be nominated for the Supreme Court. Wouldn’t he be the ideal new Scalia?”

“Our discussion of Scalia losing it may have been prophetic. From one scrambled brain to another.”

“God! Hatch would be worse than Gowdy – or even Mike Lee,” Bill said.

“It just keeps getting worse and worse,” I said.

“Dumb and dumber,” Bill concluded.