Does anyone besides me remember the kerfuffle about all the Donald Trump statues cropping up all over the place a few weeks ago? I don’t think the matter has yet quite outlived Andy Warhol’s 15 minutes of fame. But Donald Trump is like one of his eponymous wines (Chateau Tres Belle Mar-A-Lago Drumpf): it turns to vinegar in about 15 minutes, so I can’t afford to wait too long to discuss it. So let the games begin!
Anyone who has read even one of my columns knows that I revile Donald Trump, the Trump brand, and everything both he and it stand for. Regardless of whatever god may exist, Donald Trump is one of that god’s more egregious mistakes. So what follows is not a defense of Donald Trump. Rather, it is a defense of decency even in the face of extreme provocation, because trying t
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. – 1 Corinthians 13:1
Today is Super-Tuesday, a day when political parties in mostly southern states choose who they want to run as their Presidential Candidate. So far in this election we have heard the traditional political rhetoric and a great deal of speech filled with anger, hate, bigotry, greed and plan nonsense. My choice of candidate is not important, no, rather what is important is that each of us look carefully at who is running and who has the American peoples best interest. Not just white, male, and wealthy, but all Americans regardless of socioeconomic status, choice of faith, where they come from, color of their skin, age, or gender identification. All Americans
OK … I’ll let you take one more bite of your burger or hot dog, one more swig of beer, let some of the smoke from the barbecue grill dissipate, let the kids volley the badminton bird one more time, and give you a chance to hitch up your shorts and to belch so your gastric noises won’t drown out the announcement I’m about to make … ready? … OK … listen up … We are in the process of losing the American Revolution. I say “in the process” in a spasm of uncharacteristic optimism – very painful for a cynic like me -- because it may not be quite a done deal yet. It may still be in process. But we may … I said may … have already lost it. Oh … to be sure and so there’s no misunderstanding … we won the Revolutionary War. (Granted, with some help from people like the Marquis de LaFayette and the Fren