To begin with, here is a story in Wednesday's New York Post that my junior Senator — who, like a Burmese or an Anglo-Saxon, has only one name: Hillary — has joined "an informal, once a week Senate prayer breakfast, an event dominated by deeply religious Republican senators." The wording here (which I have lifted... Read More
Like you, I have been watching with fascination as our sleek, svelte, coiffed, poised, ever-smiling ex-First Lady turns into a grim-lipped, shapeless, stringy-haired old bag in a muu-muu. I am not even going to attempt to draw any inferences about Mrs. Clinton's state of mind. Even less am I going to try to deduce what... Read More
How America was neoconned into World War IV
The “war hero” candidate buried information about POWs left behind in Vietnam.
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