In other news, Little Marco has rolled over and announced his support for Rex Tillerson in spite of his own criticism of Tillerson's unique friendship with Putin.
Meanwhile, here's the best (or worst) lede I saw today.
A Nebraska state senator who had cybersex with a woman on a state computer is facing criticism again for a retweet suggesting that demonstrators at a women's march weren't attractive enough to be sexually assaulted.
Finally, you might think Mike Pence is creepy, but I promise you'll think he's even creepier after reading this:
While Mike Pence was governor, his relationship with the Democratic minority in the legislature was crap. Someone on his staff suggested having the Democratic leaders over to the governor's mansion for dinner. The table was set for 20, but there were only around seven in attendance. One unlucky legislator stuck next to Pence tried to make conversation, but found even at dinner she couldn't shift Pence off his talking points. Gov. Pence shouted to his wife, Karen, his closest adviser, at the other end of the table.
"Mother, Mother, who prepared our meal this evening?"
The legislators looked at one another, speaking with their eyes: He just called his wife "Mother."
Maybe it was a joke, the legislator reasoned. But a few minutes later, Pence shouted again.
"Mother, Mother, whose china are we eating on?"
Mother Pence went on a long discourse about where the china was from. A little later, the legislators stumbled out, wondering what was weirder: Pence's inability to make conversation, or calling his wife "Mother" in the second decade of the 21st century.
I'm pretty sure calling your wife "mother" would be creepy in any century.
No music today. I have a fever and I've been semi-dazed all day. All I want is dead silence. If I made any big errors or egregious spelling mistakes today, well, I'll fix it tomorrow when I'm more coherent.