In my Impromptus today, I have a little Trump, a little Huma, a little Jeb, a little music — you know, the scene (or a slice of it). I even have a social observation, live from Central Park. Here on the Corner, I’d like to make a further point.

Vanity Fair has run a feature on the Hoomster — Mrs. Weiner — and it quotes our Andy McCarthy (unrebutted, as I point out). It says that he has “conducted something of a personal crusade on the question of the Abedin family’s purported connections.”

To which I say, “You know what a ‘personal crusade’ is? An activity or interest of someone else that you disapprove of. Andy has not been on a crusade. He has looked into a few awkward questions. Journalists ought to applaud that!”

Years ago, I observed something about the word “obsessions.” What you’re interested in? Those are interests. What someone else is interested in, that you don’t think a person should be so interested in? They’re “obsessions.”

So, someone will write me and say, “Nordlinger, why are you obsessed with this, that, or the other?” He means that I am interested in it, or find it important, while he is interested in other things and finds them important.

True, we sometimes say “obsessed” about ourselves: “I’m obsessed with Taylor Swift. I can’t stop listening to ‘Shake It Off.’”

Anyway, let’s talk about “in the tank.” Someone will write and say, “Nordlinger! NR is in the tank for Jeb.” Or for Cruz. Or for Rubio. Or for Christie. Or for whoever else something favorable has been published recently. Always, “in the tank.”

The candidate you prefer or favor or back or support or think would make the best president? You prefer him. Or favor or back or support him. Or think he would make the best president. If someone else favors a candidate you don’t like? He’s in the tank for him.

This is bizarre, and immature. Smith prefers fudge ripple and Jones prefers butter pecan. Smith yells, “Jones is in the tank for butter pecan!” Well, maybe he just likes it better?

Anyway, that’s the view from my tank … (It is true that I’m declared.)