Mitch McConnell had to do some fast, fancy footwork indeed to make it behind that column before “she” saw him. Oooh “she” made him so angry he could spit just thinking about it. Mocking him at the Sessions hearing by reading that letter from that dead, black lady. And now, and  now! this persistent need to get right up his grill and say “Hello Mitchell” in a low and, is that a sexy voice? 

“Whew,” sighed O’Connell, pleased with his trickery, “it sure feels great to smile again.”