My good friend Newt Gingrich announced his presidential candidacy last week.
Recently I was with Newt again at dinner at the Georgetown hot spot, Cafe Milano. Like all serious candidates he made a bee-line for right for me.
Where was the sexy hacker? And why didn’t they stop the card earlier that day when I plunked down $1710.00 so my kid could get a root canal, but only when I was attempting to buy him a painkiller for under $10.00?