Last night I dreamed I saw Kellyanne Conway kneeling on a sofa in the White House while a choir of well-dressed African-Americans gathered prayerfully around the orange president. She gazed fixedly at the irradiated screen of a handheld device, while the hem of her skirt found a resting place above her knees. I have seen women posed this way on the cover of Playboy and also upon bumper stickers and decals fastened to pickup trucks. But I never dreamed this straddle might pass for decorum in the nation’s capital. Until now.
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