Tous les 'Toobz were buzzing on Wednesday about the three-hour Cabinet meeting on Tuesday at which, after a while, you half-expected Lemuel Gulliver to crash in through a window, fresh off a negotiation with the Houyhnhnms, the race of intelligent, rational horses who ruled over the Yahoos, a race of barbaric humanoids who smelled worse than the horses. If he had crashed the meeting, ol' Lemuel would have concluded that, in this strange place, the Yahoos would have taken over. Blog kudos to Katie Rogers of The New York Times for capturing the sheer, mad essence of the gathering there in the Gilded Palace of Sin (Thanks again, Gram).

There in the Cabinet Room—which is starting to take on the gilded-cage look of Mr. Trump’s Oval Office—all of the president's men and women took their tu

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