How great I am, and what a great job I’ve done, and what a phenomenal job I’ve done. — Donald J. Trump, April 1, 2026 I was born and have ever remaind (sic) in the most humble walks of life. — Abraham Lincoln Tooting one’s own horn used to be seen as a vice. Anyone who boasted about their accomplishments, possessions or self-styled superiority was viewed, at the very least, as annoying and probably untrustworthy. We have the idioms and expressions to prove it. So-and-so is

David Sherman Start the day with eggs, John or Joao, the young man who works here, brought us from his farm. Yolks yellow or orange, depending on the breed and he has several. He started working at the B&B when he was 18. Host, bar-keep at pool, bussing at breakfast, hard-core conversationalist, between shifts at the B&B he tends to his inheritance -- lambs, cows, donkeys -- they keep the fox away – and his egg dispensers that also provide his dinner. He knows to the penny

Earl Fowler Now that we all wake up in terror each day here in Noem Country for Old Men — with the grubby hands of Cadet Bone Spurs, puppet-master Putin, power-intoxicated Xi, Hindu fascist Modi, avaricious Orbán and all the other chinless old plucked buzzards soiling everything they touch — a small measure of solace can be found in the fact that some things never change. It’s sweetly reassuring that many equally antediluvian boomers continue to cling to the how’s-it-hanging