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There is the musty smell of a police state here in old London, or should I say an inchoate police state?
There are a lot of odd stories making the rounds these days. How about the odd stories that E. Jean Carroll has accumulated around her? Unlike any of the other commentators esteeming her of late, I have known her since the early 1960s; I went to Indiana University with Jean, as she was then called.
What will happen Thursday night if former Vice President Joe Biden pulls his pants down onstage when it is finally his time to speak?
Last week, I suggested that convicted felons would be running for the Democratic presidential nomination this year. Well, now it looks like that will not be the case.
It is increasingly difficult to be a Democratic presidential candidate.
For over two years now, a peculiar combination of the media and the Democrats has been goading Donald Trump, always to painful effect — painful for both sides in this vituperative battle but particularly painful to the media and the Democrats. Not much good has come of it.
Well, the UK's Prime Minister, Theresa May, has run out of gas. She just retired. Now the question is who will replace her? All the talk is of Boris Johnson, the former foreign secretary and twice mayor of London.
I am supposedly on holiday in Madrid. I take a break from politics, from public policy, from culture, and take in life in the country. In Spain that means the bullfight.
The Virtue Patrol is prowling around on both sides of the Atlantic Ocean. It hunts down racists, xenophobes, anti-feminists, homophobes and almost every kind of bigot except for bigots within its own ranks.
Has it ever been noted by the republic's historians — all of whom are Democrats, save for a lone Republican who remains undercover somewhere in the Middle West — that one characteristic that distinguishes Democrats from Republicans is not very flattering to the Party of the Jackass?
Steve Moore, one of the oracles of free market economics, is President Donald Trump's choice for the Federal Reserve Board, and the long knives are out for him. Yet I am told by conservatives everywhere not to worry. He is a shoo-in.
Over the weekend in the Wall Street Journal, Brian Lamb, the founder of C-Span, tendered a Solomonic statement in his valedictory interview after some 40 years before the television cameras.
If a politician of Japanese extraction were to address a "largely Japanese-American audience" and characterize the Dec. 7, 1941, attack on Pearl Harbor by saying that "some people did something," would you think that those words diminish the loss of life and of property suffered by our country?
Well, I guess I have been right all along. Others have been saying that special counsel Robert Mueller was going to be swept up by the Kultursmog and become a tool of Hillary Clinton's conspiracy.
I wonder if, at the outset of his career back in woodsy Vermont, Bernie Sanders — Crazy Bernie, as we say — ever imagined that years later, at the age of 77, he would be running for president, have developed a taste for private jets, be the master of three homes and run on a platform that includes "Medicare-for-all," free college for all and a minimum wage of $15 an hour for all — that and the rest of the Green New Deal, with no hint of how he would pay for it.
Did you hear the rumor that late last week, The New York Times spent more than two pages on a front-page news story about investor and philanthropist Michael Steinhardt being accused of sexual harassment?
Have you heard the good news? Large numbers of students worldwide are going to be skipping school on Fridays until they educate us on the perils of global warming.
It was in the mid-1980s that I resuscitated the term "crack-up" and applied it to political movements that were not very healthy.
One of the greatest characters I have encountered in Washington died years ago. He was the legendary political operator Paul Corbin.
I have been assiduously studying the case of Jussie Smollett, the chap who claims that two pro-Trump ruffians wearing MAGA hats accosted him on a Chicago street at 2:00 a.m. on one the coldest nights of the year, shouting anti-gay (Smollett is openly gay) and anti-black (Smollett is openly black) slurs at him while beating him and placing a noose around his neck.
