Deep in the heart of summer, things stand still here as an army of cicadas conquers the capital. As one of those who has not fled, I'm left to wander down history's trails, ambling up to the present.
"You know, it really doesn't matter what (the media) write as long as you've got a young and beautiful piece of ass," Donald Trump philosophized during an interview with Esquire magazine
When I wrote the headline "Hillary's heel," I was thinking of Achilles, not Bill, though the former president is usually within nipping range of his wife's pantsuit hem.
Ordinarily, I might gloat. Last week, a prominent conservative pundit conceded a point yours truly and countless others have been making for a long time.
When my syndicate editor told me a few clients had been asking, Don't you have anyone over there who can write something positive about Donald Trump?, I thought, well, that could be fun. But hard.
I have a confession to make. I am tired of Donald Trump.
"I did it my way," crooned Sinatra.
My Republican friend, Richard J. Cross III, is a talented wordsmith who has just crossed over to the other side.
On Sept. 30, the end of fiscal year 2016, the national debt is projected to reach $19.3 trillion.