When the end comes, whether next year or next month, Donald Trump will wish he had Benito Mussolini’s travel agent. That’s a joke. When Mussolini met his end, he had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. At least his earthly departure was mercifully quick — at the carbine…
A question for admirers of Donald Trump: When suspicions first were raised, did the man you helped elect sound like someone who asked the president of a foreign country to investigate the son of a political opponent? Ah hah. You nodded your head. Ever so slightly, you…
The Democratic presidential debates have been as welcome as a toothache. Bash, trash, clash, finger-point, knee-cap. Rinse and repeat. I’m not watching. Those appearing on-stage are all outstanding, thoughtful, bright individuals with the best interests of the country at heart. Any would be better in…
“The thing I like about Trump is that he’s not a politician.” For dripping ripeness, that ranks with: “I like Trump because he’ll finance his own campaign.” (Sure, with millions from the National Rifle Association, and Sheldon Adelson, and the Mercers, and the Kochs, and the DeVos…
The moment cops took down the Odessa gunman, the clock started ticking toward the next mass shooting. It will happen. Count on it. Just as you can count on Republicans in Washington and in red statehouses, like the red-granite one in Texas, to do nothing about it. Cowardly,…