Today, way back in 1972, an 18 and 1/2 minute gap opened up in the American national psyche. And, as politics go, it was only the tip of an abhorrent iceberg that has been ripping into the hull of democracy ever since. Existentially, however, there is something to ponder and possibly appreciate. Certainly, we all have at least 18 and 1/2 minutes we’d like to erase. And having a jackel enforcer in the guise of a sensible pump wearing secretary can have advantages. Albeit, such transgressions are not a right or a privilege or justifiable. In fact, they are odious indicators of criminal activity. And yet magnetic representations that loop in headspace need interruption that only a velvet glove cast in iron can provide. So this week, Members, if you’re the president, don’t engage in wiretapping, but if you are under siege as a citizen of the subconscious, invent someone that has your back.