A full decade after voting to construct a secure barrier along the U.S. border with Mexico, Congress continues to refuse to lay out the money required to build the damned wall.
The river of fake news continues to run unabated.
It’s not even 100 days into the Trump presidency, and already the man is finished. Unprecedented turmoil and mayhem. Chronic infighting. Can’t get anything done. Even Republicans in Congress are turning on him.
Remind me again: Who is the impulsive, trigger-happy pugnacious brute who cannot be trusted with the nuclear codes?
It’s Donald Trump, according to universal bipartisan proclamations from establishment Washington lifers who broke into such hysterics over a gauche real estate titan who thought he could do their job better than them.
One of the greatest decisions of the 20th Century was the unflinching order by President Harry S. Truman to drop two bombs on Japan.
Well, that explains the deafening silence from President Obama.
All these months, it turns out, it was his right-hand hatchet gal and exposed serial prevaricator Susan Rice who was behind the scenes in his administration working all the levers of the most powerful espionage machine on planet Earth to spy on Mr. Obama’s political enemies.
What is with this curious — now deafening — silence from former President Barack Obama on these charges that his administration spied on a political opponent at the very height of a presidential campaign?
It sure ain’t pretty, but this is what “post-partisan” politics looks like. And despite all the caterwauling you hear from the political press here in Washington, that is a good thing.
“Ryancare” or “Trumpcare,” or whatever the hell you want to call it, is dead.
For a guy who claims to be above or beneath or beside grubby politics in America, FBI chief James Comey sure does manage to insert himself into the seamiest corners of politics and seize the spotlight at the most fraught moments possible. In this past election, Jim Comey was the “Where’s Waldo?” of American politics.
Every few years, the botanical garden down on the National Mall proudly boasts its prized “corpse flower.” In years when our federal swamp gets hot and icky enough, the foul-smelling plant turns a throbbing purple and blooms.
Remember how for years after President Obama first got elected we had to hear all about how Republicans destroyed the economy?