It happened one night….
Lay down the book, shut out the light; my bedtime word association, stream-of-consciousness, throttle-down reverie, or whatever it’s called went something like this:
“get our son back to school, learn new reel, good day at work, finish project, vacation, camping?, Blaine County perhaps, Ernest Hemmingway, Beryl Markham, West with the Night, Kenya, Tanzania, Tan-ZANY-uh, Donald Trump, yikes, that was a jolt.” I’m awake now. “Wait a minute, I’m on to something here.”
Tanzaniac: You’ve got your Tan or orange or whatever color that is. You’ve got your Zany, and not in a fun way, either. And you’ve got your Ack, as in finger-down-the-throat-I-don’t-feel-so-good, ACK. Tanzaniac. Though not as colorful as recent Scottish monikers, Tanzaniac has a nice ring, is descriptive, easy to remember and can apply to The Donald HimSelf as well as his supporters. I humbly offer one more for the pile. That is all.