As White House officials scrambled to unveil the identity of the person who penned the notorious New York Times op-ed, and the President muttered he could now trust only his children (Oh? Have you read "King Lear"?) someone suggested there might not have been a single writer of the piece. It might, they said, have been a group of perpetrators, as in "Murder on the Orient Express."
Puzzled by this, President Trump was told that "Murder on the Orient Express" was a case solved by Hercule Poirot.
"Okay, then," barked Trump. "Get me Poirot!"
"Sir," the aide said, "Hercule Poirot is fictitious."
"I don't care what nationality he is," Trump bellowed. "Get him anyway!"
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Ha ha, Mr. PD! Funny stuff! You, Agatha C. and Will S. are so smart!
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