It is probably a sign that things are hardly going gangbusters for your presidential campaign when your police escort is larger than the crowd of supporters who show up to cheer you on. ...more

November 1, 2008

If this quintet of clueless bobblehead dolls had their way, the Nobel Peace Prize would be named after Pol Pot, the Pulitzers after Clifford Irving, the MacArthur genius grants after Archie Bunker. ...more

October 4, 2008

One could be forgiven for crawling into a fetal position to begin sobbing like a Bronte sister while sucking a bottle of Boodles gin dry after hearing the leader of the free world confidently predict the $700 federal bailout of the nation's financial system will work like a fine Swiss watch. ...more

September 30, 2008

This is always the best way to begin a political career: simply having someone hand you an elective office, which spares one the indignity of having to bother with all those icky-poo-poo details of a campaign such as shaking hands with total strangers, asking people for money, eating bad food, showing up. ...more

August 21, 2008

Judging from the solid waste generated by some first-rate public relations flackery, you would think the good citizens of Central Florida arise every morning and gaze longingly out their windows in the unrequited hope that someday soon a CSX choo-choo will come blowing by to turn their pastureland into a teaming hub of locomotion. ...more

May 3, 2008