Yesterday afternoon, right after Trump announced he planned to nominate Matt Gaetz as Attorney General, my phone rang endlessly, as yours probably did too.

One particularly funny friend in DC, who I will refrain from naming because sometimes he tells me important things in confidence, asked “So, how old are your kids now?” “21” I replied. “Oh, good,” he said, “So they, too, are qualified to serve as Attorney General.”

Of course it’s funny precisely because it isn’t.

Read on at Vicky Ward Investigates