The Daily Delaney

It seems like there are two things the Guy in the White House really enjoys: 1: Being the Guy In The White House 2:Giving speeches Now, lately, he seems to be sheltering in place in the White House, and finally taking this mess seriously. So he can't stand in front of his helicopter and shout things. That only leaves one option ... daily serious speeches from the White House. We've had two in a row and nothing controls the news cycle like a somber president talking about serious stuff... but some things never change which means it's time for ... THE DONALD TRUMP DRINKING GAME The rules are simple (of course they are) Before he gives his next speech (you know one's coming), stock up the bar, load up the coffee table and get ready for a party! When the Guy in the White House says:                                          You:        "They said "Sir..."                                                       Take a sip of Beer!         

...but his given name is Burt. Burton Baker Delaney. For the last 12 years, he's been my little buddy. Well, not exactly little. He stands over 13 inches tall and  he's 30 inches from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. In his prime he weighed about15 lbs. He's so quiet you never hear him coming. You just turn around and he's there. And if he had a voice, I swear he'd sound just like Sean Connery. But despite looking like a small panther, I've never seen him use those fangs on anyone, human or feline. I met him at a low point. I'd just lost my tiny, feral rescue, Sweetness. I was miserable. Then, one day, St. Patrick's Day to be exact, I got a text picture of a magnificent black cat in a shamrock bandana from my friend, my teacher, my vet, Dr. Karri Meleo. I wrote back "Uh, who's that?" She wrote back "His name is Burt... and he's available". So you know I hightailed up Lake City Way to her office. getting