“O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?”  W.B. Yeats

Emerging from the rhetorical swamp of the latest string of tweets, one must ask: how can we know the message from the messenger?  How can we credit policy proposals that emerge from self-serving vulgarities of both speech and deed?  The proponent and the proposal are fused and deceit and distrust ride high.