Ever been in a situation where you knew you were right and everyone else was wrong? It happened to me once, and I ain’t ashamed. Except maybe about the bell bottoms.
Andrés Manuel Lỏpez Obrador, the president of Mexico, is the phoniest so-called ‘leftist’ in our hemisphere. AMLO is not a leftist. He’s an opportunist, who uses his daily press conferences to suborn the murder of journalists.
Big dogs are better than men — though they can acquire our faults. Maybe little dogs are all right too, though when I was a paperboy it was always the little ones bit me.
In our Disunited States, where liars stand so proudly, arms akimbo, elbows against their own laws, I seek solace in a source that’s never failed me: Plato’s "Apology" and "Crito."
I hate television, so I’ve never seen a “reality show,” whatever that ‘sposed to be. But I ain’t been in a coma for 30 years neither (if only). So please behold my Mexican-American reality show for gringos.
On the day Julius Caesar told a soothsayer, “The Ides of March are come,” (implying that the soothsayer had not said sooth), the soothsayer replied, “Fine. Have a nice day.”
W.H. Auden summed up this gruesome election year decades ago in his comment on Hamlet: “He was his situation.” Just so, we have become our situation.
Why did Nazis burn books in the 1930s? Because they were scared of books. And why do Republicans ban books today? Because they are scared of books.
I met an old Ukrainian Jew at a little corner store in Denver. Turned out we’re both looking for the same things. Some we could find in the store; t’others we ain’t gonna get. Not in this lifetime.
Yes, it’s true: I am running for president on a third-party ticket. But who was it who dared to propose Sanctions Against Bob?
We live in a world cluttered with political “strongmen,” and the strongmen are scared to death: surrounded by sycophants and cowards. Let’s start with Xi Jinping, then move on down through Florida to Donald Trump.
