It’s lonely, my friends. Lonely, once again, to arise in this chamber of information ad infinitum to speak the truth, about sweet potatoes. And speak I will. This time of year, when the topic is most current and the marshmallow cream most lavish, I send my message to the masses. It concerns…
It’s so rare to see a movie, a true box-office smash, so relevant, so timely, that we can literally see life mimicking art outside the multiplex. Such is the timeliness of "Lincoln." How could Steven Spielberg have known that when his Civil War biopic came out, talk of secession would…
The new speaker of the Colorado House of Representatives is gay. So are five of his colleagues, all Democrats. Once closeted, marginalized and demonized, all are “in” by virtue of a progressive wave that now has the whole of Colorado governance in Democrats’ hands. Out? Former House Speaker Frank McNulty.…
Here’s a saying to savor in the silence of a post-election morn, when the robins sing, doves coo, and commercial breaks once again are back to glorious things like erectile deficits: The early bird (voter) gets the worm. Make that the White House. Another aphorism from 2012: A robocall gathers no votes.…
You can’t always get what you wa-ant. You can’t always get what you wa-ant. But if you don’t take some time to make up your mind, you’ll get what you detest. Apologies to the Stones. No apologies to the Nader voters in Florida who elected George W.…
“His political platforms were only the wings of a windmill . . . His celebrated piety was that of a traveling salesman.” Sinclair Lewis’ line in It Can’t Happen Here describes a fictitious candidate who leads a populist-tinted corporate takeover of America. In other words: a tea party dream. Lewis could…
The heavyweight bout was already won Tuesday night when the president turned to his rival, looked at only him, and delivered a knockout blow: “The suggestion that anybody on my team would play politics or mislead when we’ve lost four of our own, Governor, is offensive . . . That’s not what I do…
Head bone’s connected to the neck bone. Shoulder bone’s connected to the arm bone. Arm bone’s connected to the thumb bone. Thumb bone’s connected to the “mute” button. This election has been a pain in the neck bone. To win our hearts, the dueling sides cumulatively have spent enough to build…
You wonder: How possible? Some crazed idealist immolates himself in the square. A small, hapless group of protesters makes the case against suffocating oppression. Protests get bigger. A general jumps ship here. A lieutenant jumps ship there. More protests emanate. And suddenly, stunningly, “school accountability” as we once knew it, and feared it…
It’s time to stop dog piling on Mitt Romney for what he said about the “47 percent.” Time is better spent dogging him for what his words mean regarding public policy. After all, that’s what elections are supposed to be about. Let’s give the GOP standard-bearer credit for spawning, on tape amid…