GOP Leaders. They are the ones who so far have prospered. They should be banned from the sport. Of course, this isn’t baseball.
We have flames of many forms engulfing America, real and political. Ignore those flames, Mr. T. You do it at your peril and that of the world.
Donald Trump, the Bambino of BS. The Sultan of Squat. Or as historian Douglas Brinkley dubs him, “the Babe Ruth of lies.”
It’s just one more lie in a year where Republican Party falsehoods flew so fast they congealed in the air like a ladder of lard.
The greatest gift to our nation would be for him to be visited this week by a specter that imparted charity in his soul where spite now resides.
When the Senate tries Donald Trump on slam-dunk charges of abuse of power and obstructing Congress, Senate Republicans will recite after Mitch McConnell:
A whole bunch of us are quite versant on football: stats, personnel, schedule. Ask for the depth chart of that favorite team. But politics?
The sweet potato could serve as effective weapons when dropped or flung at an enemy. What exactly was Kevin Bacon planning to do up there at 35,000 feet?
Speaking of footing: Trump used his feet to get him out of the draft. They’re not getting him out of an impeachment trial.
If this set of facts were to be in front of me and the president was Clinton as opposed to Donald Trump, would I be viewing this a different way?