This is not the sound of whining. Not long after an AR-15 was used to murder seventeen high-school students in Parkland, Florida, Fox News launched an assault of its own. On the surviving students.

Instead of bullets Laura Ingraham used smears, mockery and calumnies to belittle students demanding that their parents and their government protect them against epidemic gun violence.

The massacre of six-year-olds at Sandy Hook had gone unanswered and Parkland survivors refused to let their classmates be buried in silence. Millions of people across the nation joined them.

After Ms. Ingraham ridiculed the 4.2 grade-point average of a Parkland senior, national advertisers yanked their sponsorships to avoid being associated with her predatory behavior. She was forced to take a ‘vacation.’

Some viewers will applaud Fox’s decision to allow the host of ‘The Ingraham Angle’ back on the air. But they shouldn’t be surprised if their grandkids ask them to change the channel or at least turn down the volume.

The average Fox viewer is approaching 70 years of age, and tends to play Fox so loud it’s impossible to hear yourself think. Maybe that’s the idea.

Despite the fact that Jared Kushner has been denied permanent security documentation by the FBI, Donald Trump has put him in charge of international U.S. relations with Mexico, Canada and China.

The president has placed nothing less than the future of the Middle East peace process, our opioid crisis and the problems at the VA in the hands of an untested son-in-law who is limited in his ability to view highly classified information.

There’s a pattern of national security risks at work here.

Trump insiders — Michael Flynn, Paul Manafort, Rick Gates, Roger Stone, George Papadopoulos, Carter Page, Donald Trump Jr. — are under investigation, under indictment, or have already made plea bargains.

None of this should be a surprise, coming from a guy who has unprotected sex with a pornstar.

Special Counsel Robert Mueller has indicted thirteen Russian nationals and three ‘entities’ for sowing distrust, hatred, religious and ethnic divisions to undermine our democracy.

Their efforts began in 2014 and were surprisingly successful.

Experts agree it’s hard to imagine that Vladimir Putin wasn’t aware of his team’s efforts get Donald Trump elected.

During the presidential campaign Fox News Network was broadcasting the same kind of fake-news being spewed by the Russians. Their stories justified and reinforced each other.

Nobody’s saying there was some sort of deliberate sell-out to the Russians but, planned or not, Vladimir Putin had become a regular contributor to Fox News.

The woman in our riddle started her career on Madison Avenue during the ‘Mad Men’ years.

Here’s a riddle:

Why didn’t the woman know how to type?

There were no signs of injuries around the digits of her fingers. There was no swelling at the knuckles or wrists, not a wrap or a brace to suggest carpel tunnel.

She kept her nails at a practical length and she used a grip strengthener during conference calls. To this day she spends time in front of the Steinway in her living room.

Here are some clues.

The woman in our riddle started her career on Madison Avenue during the ‘Mad Men’ years. She drove herself to escape the gravity that held stenographers, secretaries, receptionists and ‘gal-Fridays’ in low-level jobs.

Women newly promoted out of the clerical ranks faced a slippery slope. They risked being enlisted to “take a letter” and type it “just this once.” If that happened often they could dragged back into the steno pool.

The subject of our riddle worked her way into senior management positions and came to be recognized as a ‘Women of the Year’ in her profession.

I met Marion when she was recruited as a rainmaker at an international advertising agency. She was exceptionally savvy and we lined up to share assignments with her.

When Marion and I launched our own boutique marketing-services firm a few years later, we outfitted our small team with state-of-the-art IBM Selectric Typewriters.

Although it’s almost certain she had been able to knock out fifty words a minute during college and in her entry-level positions, Marion’s index fingers never once settled on the home keys of our typewriters.

Like many females who broke into the executive ranks in those years, Marion had learned something more important than how to type. She had learned how not to type.

I can’t do that.

Why not?

My parents wouldn’t approve.

So we call them and ask.

They’ve been dead for years.

Aunts? Uncles?

Nobody in our family goes in for that kind of thing.

You want me to give you permission?

Tell me again, exactly what I’m supposed to do.

Make a list of things you’ve learned how to do. Add the favors, even small stuff, you’ve done for people — your years with the volunteer fire department for example. How you honored your father and your mother. How you got on top of your drinking after you guys got pregnant — gold stars there. How you’re not holier than thou. Add points for every time you’ve didn’t offer advice nobody asked for. Give yourself the benefit of the doubt. Write everything down, memorize it backward and forward.

And I’m doing all this…why?

So that when it’s dark and too early to get out of bed and you’re beating the bejesus out of yourself, you’ll have some ammunition on your side. Maybe you’ll sleep.