I wish I didn’t have the name “Witkoff” in my brain. Just as I wish I’d never heard the name of a certain brazen self-dealer who cheapens the presidential seal today.

Is it considered out-of-bounds to call a woman a goon? Whatever the protocol, in Kristi Noem’s case consider it done.

He tried this once before – running a university — or whatever he called it: “wealth institute,” “entrepreneurial initiative.” Argh.

If it weren’t so disastrous, it would be a comedy classic. The day of the great stock sell-off was like one particularly side-splitting scene in the movie “Airplane”:

For those who haven’t left the bed since the morning after Nov. 5, it’s time to yank the curtains open. Time to open that window to a blossoming world.

Say you had a gripe over a parking ticket. Say you had enough big-shot clout in town to resolve the matter by shutting down all parking enforcement.

A game: Go around the circle: Name a high-profile figure (one without an inmate number) who’s less qualified to be attorney general than noted child connoisseur Matt Gaetz.