Trumped.

I have been trumped. No, not punked... trumped.

My mama is brilliant... genius.

She is going back to Washington.

She has been asked to testify before congress.

Obviously I am very proud of her.

She is, after all, my hero... or one of them.

I am also quite nervous.

She hates the C&C.

She thinks he is a cheeky little pr*ck.

I am quite confident that she will demand a copy of his birth certificate.

I am quite sure that she will make headline news when she does this.

You see, she is brilliant... but she is also painfully blunt.

She wont mince words.

She will straight out be Dr. Vicki.

She should. She is awesome.

However, the shrapnel leftover from her 5 minutes in infamy could be...

well, interesting.

Bottom line, she beat me to Washington.

She will give them hell.

She is Ms. Vicki.

Nobody ever tells her no... ever.

Somehow, I think she will walk away convincing the masses in her own way...

The best way I can think of... the Vicki way: Brutal honesty, no love for Ms. Pelosi and crew...

Good Luck Washingtonians!

You are going to need it!

She may look like Mary Poppins and your dear sweet granny...

But this lady... is tough as nails...

She will rip your argument apart faster than I can say flu shot.

Do not underestimate her.

She is a more than capable of taking on the entire house chamber...

With the aid of her super hero burberry satchel.

If I were you...

I would surrender before she checks into the Four Seasons in Georgetown.

Ladies and Gentleman... She is that good.

She is after all, my Mama!

I come from good stock!