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The happy StairMaster president is on his way to a mansionette in Dallas, to be the decider of where to put the sofa.
His successor, Mister Mambo, has cast his lot with Harvard and Yale and old Clinton hands, and soon enough, Lord knows, they will get the first of many comeuppances, and their shining faces will be chopfallen.
Mr. Mambo needs to keep in mind who actually gave him his upcoming job. Hint: it was NOT the DLC.
Chopfallen, indeed. . .