I’m no professional pundit, although strangely enough I do seem to get paid for just that. Rather, my business is snark. And I like to think I’m pretty good at it. But I do understand, or at least try to understand, that there’s a time and a place for everything.
I try not to make jokes about using hammers on kittens where my son might hear me.
I never purposely point out to my wife when I’ve posted something featuring Elle MacPherson letting it half hang out.
And I certainly wouldn’t, while staying in Russia, refer to that nuclear-armed former adversary as “a weakened nation.”
Just, you know, because sometimes I try to be smart like that, Mr. Vice Effing President.