Time to End This

Babies. They beheaded babies. They are proud of it. It is particularly troubling when acts are so horrific that people of good will are sad that they are not there to personally kill the offenders. But that was my instant, immutable response to a video I saw on Saturday.

Here's News You Haven't Heard

The bill is coming due, and it will get paid one way or another.

World, We've Got a Problem

There used to be a rule among reporters: the likelihood of a secret being kept is the inverse of the number of people who know that secret. The rule still exists; it’s the reporters who disappeared, replaced by demographically selected persons hired to preen before television cameras or write stories intended to maintain the woke *bona fides* of themselves and their publications.

Neither!

This will be short because everything it says is so obvious. Do you follow the news? The allegedly shoo-in candidates for their respective parties’ presidential nomination have less principle and morals than a mosquito.

That Old Familiar Feeling

Climbing up the hill in 80-degree heat and impressive humidity today, I couldn’t help but think how today felt like this time 49 years ago. Most of you won’t remember it, but that was a time when the air was electric with news about Richard Nixon, and doubt whether he would be president of the United States much longer.

In a Handbasket

It’s a little mortifying to learn that the Temptations’ hit song, “Ball of Confusion” was a hit 53 years ago. The worrying part is how long ago it was released. And how it came a half century too early.

The Best We Can Do?

Never the sharpest brick in the pile, and never having been accused of honesty, Joe “Bugout” Biden has not aged well.

All really that can be said of him now is that the ravages of time have cast doubt whether his latest falsehood is deliberate or an artifact of senile dementia. The effect is the same: his one hard and fast rule is never, ever to tell the truth. Dishonesty is the one area where he and Donald Trump are real competitors and both deserve to win.

Time and Again

I look at it every year and every year it looks a little different from how it looked the year before.

The Vindication of the Obvious

A number of years ago, after having one — in a secular, not religious context — it hit me that the best working definition of an “epiphany” is the instant when the obvious is recognized.

Hot Air, Cool Helium

Many is the time I’ve cooked up a high-concept proposal to get an editor to let me do something I wanted to do anyway. I would not accuse Amy Gibas of this, but something in me kind of hopes that her masters degree research proposal had something to do with a desire to have fun with balloons. About which she was nothing if not passionate.