Honk if you happen to find Trump's lost moral compass

Maybe it’s under someone’s heel at a Florida omelet bar. Maybe it accidentally got hooked onto the cord of Ivanka’s ear piece while she was listening to Angela Merkel’s speech. It’s missing and someone had better locate it. Did it get entangled in the southern border’s last barbed wire shipment? Did someone toss it under the wheels of the lead car in that U.S.-Bound Caravan? You know, sorta like a spike strip? Wait....Did Devin Nunes secretly slide it into Velcro lining of his trench coat? Could it have gotten magnetized and stuck to Lindsay’s new Crime Investigator Badge?

I knew Sessions lost his and McConnell never had one, but the president? It’s pretty serious when you factor in hurricanes in Puerto Rico, children in cages and the Saudis wanting a nuclear bomb. That compass can be a mighty handy gadget. So where is Trump’s?

Did he see an empty hole in Junior and lend it? Did it fall to the carpet while he was sidetracked with midnight-tweeting? Maybe Mother Pence has it rolled up in the exact center of a perfectly-square piece of beige fabric.

I’ll bet it’s in Moscow being bronzed and readied for the Russian Foreign Minister’s return trip to the Oval Office.