Where most of us come from you don’t boo the president. No matter who he is.
If your first reaction to news that a bloodthirsty terrorist blew himself up is, “Oh shit, this might help Trump,” seek help.
Children are a gift. They aren’t little soldiers to be brainwashed and sent into battle with a former spouse.
The president, who had gilded toilets in his swanky New York City digs, is trying to win the votes of plain people who only recently began to use buttons.
This is semantic warfare. Political opponents parse every sentence, every word uttered by political adversaries, searching for an opportunity to take offense.
It takes cojones to stake out a position and put your name on it. It takes nothing to voice an opinion while hiding behind a digital shrub.
No one should question this veteran’s patriotism. Especially not someone who concocted a fiction about landing under sniper fire in Bosnia, as Hillary did during one of her flights of fancy.
How about a cool look at the numbers rather than the foaming hysteria?
This is just the latest Portsmouth public official to behave badly. It’s a proud tradition in that dysfunctional Tidewater city.
How in God’s name did footage from Kentucky wind up on the news at ABC? It would be nice if someone would elaborate.
We can’t be sure this attack on religious institutions won’t spread like a virus to the other Democratic candidates.
After hearing that this boy was eating at a church she made a point of offering him food from her stash. He never said no.
She’s clearly been set up by insiders in the Democratic party to spout screwball ideas. By comparison, others in the party look sane.
I’m old enough to remember when you found friends who shared your interests and sense of humor, politics had nothing to do with it.
Speaking of money, could we dispel the myth once and for all that college players are unpaid? Scholarship athletes receive a free ride to school. That’s a benefit worth in many cases, well over $100,000.
While most breast cancer patients are pronounced cancer-free after treatment - thank God - roughly 30 percent will get hit by the truck of metastatic breast cancer down the road, sometimes long after they did the pink happy dance.