Columnist.
Dan Parker is one of my subscribers who seems to think I don't work hard enough, so he will occasionally send along questions for me to ponder.
I confess I did not see it coming. After essentially calling Joe Biden a racist by saying "I don't *think* Joe Biden is a racist" during a primary debate, I did not expect to see Kamala Harris getting the nod to be his running mate.
This is a very odd presidential election. We have one candidate who is hunkered down and one who has to wear a mask in public. But at least we know who Donald Trump is and what he stands for. He has had four years in which to tell us and show us.
If anything good ever comes of the peaceful demonstrations, otherwise known as riots, it won't be the Socialist revolution that the rabble are hoping. It's what will happen after the revolution when the true rabble rousers, the ones pulling the strings, decide that the fire setters and looters can no longer be trusted to take orders.
The Pacific Northwest is as beautiful as any part of this country. But the way things are going in Portland and Seattle, people will soon be telling the kind of jokes about them that in the past were reserved for Poles, hillbillies and blondes.
I know that the rabble that populate the BLM movement don't represent all blacks, just as the remnants of the Ku Klux Klan don't represent all whites. But I also know that there is a lot more support of the mob within black communities than there is for the Klan in white communities.
I differ from most people when it comes to charity. The ideal seems to be that one should contribute anonymously. I disagree.
Even though Joe Biden has been hunkered down in his bunker for months and not taken a single hard question from any of the trained monkeys who are allowed access to him, we pretty much know what a Biden agenda would look like.
The Democrats desperately need blacks to remain steadfast in their support because not since 1964 has a Democratic presidential candidate received a majority of white votes.
Even decades ago, when I was still at UCLA, there were a lot of white people who wore their race guilt on their sleeve. They would condone behavior from minorities that would have provoked outrage if their fellow whites had done the same thing.
Victor Davis Hanson is a very bright and wise man. What makes that all the more amazing is that he is an intellectual. He is affiliated with the Hoover Institute at Stanford University. Recently, he gave voice to something that I've been thinking about for a while.
I haven't been afraid of Covid-19, not because I don't think it exists, but because it kills so few of the people it infects. It's the same reason I don't fear catching a cold. In a nation of 325 million and a world of seven billion, the Wuhan virus has only killed off a tiny percentage. So I like my odds, vaccine or no vaccine.
I keep wondering if the current rioting, looting and burning, would have taken place if President Obama hadn't been a race pimp, always ready to demean the police and to provide cover for black hooligans.
Once upon a time, Robert Gates, who has at some point held just about every unelected job in the federal government except for Postmaster General, acknowledged that over the past several decades Joe Biden has been wrong on every foreign policy issue, but recently felt called upon to declare that Joe Biden is a man of integrity. Everyone, probably including Joe Biden, knows that's a lie.
John Bolton, author of "The Room Where it Happened," believes that Vladimir Putin is tough and smart. He also believes that Donald Trump is weak and stupid. I'll let you make the call. But let me point out that Putin only had to beat out other Russian politicians, who are generally dealing with hangovers, to become the dictator of a nation with an economy the size of Italy's.
These days, trying to keep up with the news is nearly as difficult as those juggling acts where the guy, having decided that keeping three or four balls in the air is no big deal, adds knives, bowling balls and activated chainsaws.
I have grown quite tired of people tossing around the word "hero" quite as casually as they do.
That was the title of a terrible 1963 movie that thought that casting the likes of Sid Caesar, Phil Silvers, Milton Berle, Dick Shawn, Buddy Hackett and Jonathan Winters, would be enough to turn a stale script into what the movie ads used to call a laff riot.
