It is rather popular to call political opponents racists and other inflaming words in these midsummer days. There are some locutions that perfectly describe the four demagogues making the rounds – hating America in public and seemingly getting away with it.
For the next few lines, put aside any political zealotry if possible. That means selfish partisanship to be so blunt in order to look at the law. Naturally that may be somewhat impossible in these days.
Being among that privileged and elite group acclaimed around the planet, there is some fantastic news about to explode. Before the secret is unleashed for the “congress assembled,” the crème de la crème is being American. The current count legal is 327.2million.
There are some “purty good” antidotes to handling the current waves of inhospitality toward police officers and those who like to set ablaze “Old Glory.” Saving the best, though, for those mask-wearing cowards who like to be called Antifa members.
How great it is. Celebrating this awesome birthday. The greatest nation ever. July the Fourth. All right, cheerleading truly means something. Every American is rah-rahing. If they aren’t, take away those hot dogs, burgers and fries.
One small step for peace, one small handshake to keep North Korea from total annihilation. In all reality, that’s the present result from the confab at the 38th parallel on the Korean Peninsula.
The best choice for teevee viewing last night, that’s Wednesday past, from the once “sun and fun capital” was, thankfully, the baseball game at Marlins Park.
The battle rages over the incredible invasion of illegal aliens at the southern borders. Despite alarms from Immigration and Customs Enforcement, better known as ICE agents, the situation is worse, especially from the House of Representatives.
How exciting. The presidential sweepstakes are in high gear, and from an Orlando, Florida, extravaganza, the 2020 voting procedures will be the most exciting ever and will be a knockdown/drag out. Good!
Might as well bring up an old quote describing some churchgoers. It comes to mind after the shameful reporting from a northern Virginia assemblage where some public hackles popped up when The President of The United States dropped in for prayer.
Tragedies continue. Seemingly uncontrollable shootings and killings grab the heartstrings and news coverages as they should. Where are the answers? Better yet, why can’t they be found?
With belated thanks, appreciation and praise is due the co-inventors of the mute button. The far-seeing men followed up some 60 years ago what began in the midst of the fifth century A.D., (Anno Domini for Latin readers).
Whew! Consider once more – Description – Alexis Charles Henri Clérel. Why in the world bring up this fellow’s name? Few pupils in today’s grammar schools have ever gotten the chance to discover him.
Consider this for a moment. Hanging around with New York City’s bumbling mayor may have unintended consequences. Quite possibly some of the leading haters of current political events may have received a clear and present message along with their renegades.
Heading into the revered Memorial Day Weekend is the perfect time to consider authentic threats to the traditional basic tenets of the original 13 colonies and now the 50 states.
How else to start the day than by working the crossword puzzle in the daily newspaper? Instead of a Number Two pencil, the instrument was a faithful Parker fountain pen filled with Quink, black ink.
Time to rehash an old gag that a sitting president should have the right, by law, to hang one of two opponents. How appropriate for these churlish days.
Now the question was, “We have had three African American female mayors in a row. They were all passionate public servants. Two resigned, though. Isn't it a signal that a different kind of leadership is needed to move Baltimore City forward?"
The comedy hour, subtly speaking of course, continues. Chatter from within The House can now be described as lugubrious and Machiavellian. (Perfectly good sesquipedalian — long words). Details follow with some enlightenment.
There was a time in days of yore when Sundays were observed as days of rest by most states. Lots of us old fogeys can recall them with various degrees of happiness.
Yes, the proof is in the pudding. The ongoing feeding frenzy out of the nation’s capital is rather simple. The old boys, along with the girls, just hate the president because he accurately proved they are the swamp.
Driving through some Maryland backroads the other afternoon, I couldn’t help but notice many churches and synagogues. The faithful old Map Quest directed me through the lush communities instead of the speedier interstate.
There is no reason to regurgitate the continuing nonsense from the old socialist actually in his last hurrah. Why not? No intention to wish him physical harm, but he appears to be going off the rails. I know, he flies around spouting tripe.
At the ripe old youthful age of 10, I hurriedly walked eight blocks from Walter Reed Elementary School to my home on 33rd Street in Newport News, Virginia. My fourth grade classmates were so sweet and polite our beautiful teacher Mrs. Burton was always smiling in excusing us moments before the bell rang. We always walked rain, snow, in sunshine.
Looking for some grins and giggles on this day as the swampers and swampettes breathlessly await the “Mueller Musings,” I picked up a fountain pen to scribble. I knew the ambrosia, the food of the gods, might not appear. I can hope.
I have been yucking it up watching the Nancy Pelosi acolytes giving a public pass to the Somalian insulting the nation again, this time about the 9/11 terrorist event. I recall the attacks where 3,000 real Americans were murdered, killed, and more injured.
There is some good news escaping from the mess of feather merchants holding forth within the Halls of Congress. Let me explain, trying to avoid any name-calling.
The age of personal destruction is alive and well. In no way are things cooling down. What once were giggles all over everywhere, gloatings are the joy of every day.
It is the day after. The explanation at this very moment is: there are only a few leftovers from April Fool’s Day. And the jokes and pranks seemed to take a back seat this year. Old hat for certain.