Washington My friend and colleague, Donald Rieck, died late last week in an automobile accident. He leaves two charming and…
Here I am in Naples, Florida ending the year in the sun and actually coterminous with a golf course. I, of course, will not indulge in the sport, for I find it too leisurely. Actually I do not even consider it a sport. I am in agreement with my old friend, the great basketball coach Bob Knight. A true sport demands conditioning, applied strength, speed, and, of course, art. Golf involves only art. In fact, when strength and conditioning are demanded most golfers take to their golf carts. Golf is as much a sport as bowling or billiards or canasta. So I shall continue to desist from golf here in sunny Florida and leave the pastime of golf to my friends Rush Limbaugh, Donald Trump, and Bill Clinton. Does Hillary Clinton golf? She looks more like a bowler to me.
Washington “It’s the economy stupid,” as we used to say back in the good old days. The good old days…
As I ponder the lengthening list of alleged sexual offenders drawn from Hollywood, the arts, the media, and politics, I am moved to wonder why are the overwhelming majority of the accused prominent luminaries of the left. Those accused on the right claim utter innocence including Bill O’Reilly, who nonetheless paid out a fortune to accusers — go figguh, as they say in Brooklyn. At any rate, the lefties constitute the growing multitude.
Last week we discovered that former national security adviser Michael Flynn lied to the FBI about the import of what he told them regarding his contacts with Russian Ambassador Sergey Kislyak. Yet Flynn once served as director of the Defense Intelligence Agency during the presidency of Barack Obama. Why would he lie to the FBI about what passed between him and Kislyak? Had he forgotten that, for a certitude, the conversation of a Russian Ambassador was being recorded secretly by American intelligence agencies? Moreover, when he was being interviewed by the FBI, why did he not bring with him a lawyer? When I was being interviewed by the FBI about my perfidious Arkansas Project I most certainly brought a lawyer with me, and it helped that my lawyer looked like he once worked for Don Corleone. Thinking back on it, I should have brought two lawyers.
Washington I never expected to come to the defense of the New York Times, but here I am ready and…
As Americans prepare for their Thanksgiving Day turkey or perhaps protein bars, or possibly artichoke hearts, or whatever the au courant are dining upon this year, I would like to propose a thought. You all have much to be grateful for. Our friends on the left may doubt it, but even they have much to be grateful for. For my part, I am grateful not to have Al Franken for a neighbor. You saw what one of the zealots did to his neighbor Senator Rand Paul. Moreover, I have two very pretty daughters, who will be visiting me. With Franken in the neighborhood we would have to maintain a high security watch, possibly even an electrified fence with barbed wire.
It has long been my conviction that Democrats are the more adept pols, the most tireless pols, the most political pols. I have said that their political libido is that of a nymphomaniac. By that I mean to compliment them, at least to compliment their political skills. The political libido of the Republicans is, by comparison, the political libido of a Victorian lady, complete with white gloves and parasol.
After over two decades of writing about the Clintons, it is pretty dispiriting to see how my friends, the Democrats, have ignored my findings about that rapacious couple. I rather like the two-party system. Yet ever since the Clintons came to national attention — and to the attention of various law enforcement officials — they have done little for the Democratic Party except enrich themselves, a matter I have actually written several books about. Well, all I can say is that I tried, but all for naught.
Washington “Sex is a beautiful thing.” Remember that solemnity being intoned endlessly by the sex prophets of the 1960s, ’70s,…
