Nobody has accused Hillary Clinton of setting an example of how to dress for success, and certainly not for fun. She's clearly no Melania Trump. But she may be assisting the Chinese in bringing back "the Mao suit." She probably shouldn't expect a standing ovation from men.
Donald Trump says the November election may be "rigged" against him, and nearly half the voters in one public-opinion poll agrees with him. Even more voters than that say they're not confident their votes will be accurately counted.
The darndest people have ants in their pants in the wake of the revelations of Donald Trump's vulgar trash talk. Who knew such behavior still had the power to offend?
Cussin' and talkin' dirty is ugly stuff, ugliest of all in the mouths of women, who, despite everything the feminists can do to insist on equality (with a few caveats), are usually a little more refined than men. Most of them. Most of the time.
Barack Obama will soon be gone, banished to a smaller house down the street from the mosque, and peace, alas, will not be upon him. The anti-war president leaves behind a world with more war than it had when he first moved into the White House.
The season of "the October surprise" is hard upon us, but this year we're getting the October surprise on the installment plan. There's a medium-sized surprise with the morning paper every day.
Throwing a stone at Saudi Arabia, where stoning women is the national sport, is great fun, and nobody deserves an occasional stoning like the Saudis, just to let the king and his legion of princes know how it feels.
It's the conceit of every age that it's uniquely entitled to all the superlatives: it's the best, the worst, the biggest, the smallest. Nothing before was anything like the present age, nor is it possible that anything in the future will surpass it.
Charlotte is the conversation we're getting about race in America, with rioting, death and looting, encouraged by the noise of the mob, the purple rhetoric of certain newspapers, bloody mayhem on the television screen, and encouragement, no doubt unintended, by the president of the United States. It's a carnival out there, but not much conversation.
Everything old becomes new, if you wait long enough. Barack Obama "reassures" the nation in the wake of another radical Islamic attack on New York City and in nearby New Jersey, and a frenzy of stabbing in a shopping mall in Minnesota.
The moving finger -- the one that having writ moved on and can't recall a single line (per Omar Khayyam's famous poem) -- is the enemy of all of us, and never more than to somebody called on to write or say something in public. We've even confiscated a word for it, "gaffe." A gaffe is not usually a mistake but what happens when someone blurts out an inconvenient truth.
Hillary Clinton looks on the road to recovery from her episode of pneumonia, and all men and women of goodwill are glad of that. But we still don't know whatever else it may be that ails the lady.
Nancy Pelosi, trying to choke back panic as the presidential race tightens and concern grows over Hillary Clinton's obviously fragile health, has appealed to Paul Ryan's sense of gallantry. The little lady needs a little help. She begs him not to "let" his party use anything damaging to the Democrats that turns up in emails hacked from Democratic email servers. And no talk about Hillary's health either.
When questions were raised about Barack Obama's birth, and whether he was actually eligible to be president of the United States, he brushed the questions aside as if answering them was beneath the dignity of a prince of the crown. He let the questions fester for years before putting them to rest.
Marketing is mostly hype. You're not supposed to believe much of it, and nobody plays the hype game better than the occasional intelligent professional athlete. Even some of the dumb ones are pretty good at it.
America is a remarkable country, and sometimes it takes a disaster to remind us of how remarkable it is. The millions who indulge a little self-pity over having to choose between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton should look to Baton Rouge for another view.
The man who controls the language controls the conversation, as George Orwell rightly observed. The word that the left is trying, with a certain success, to appropriate now is "genocide." Genocide is what Hitler set out to do, to exterminate Europe's Jews (and who knows where his evil ambition would have gone from there).
It's coming clear now why Hillary Clinton wanted her own email server, free from oversight by anyone, and why she resisted so ferociously enabling anyone from getting even a hint to what she was hiding. Her presidency, if there is one, has been sold, and a new batch of emails pried out of the government by Judicial Watch reveals the going rate for Hillary.
"We do not pay ransom. We didn't here, and we won't in the future." Barack Obama might like to have that one back this morning, to stick a pin in the moving finger that writes. But the finger done writ, and it won't come back to cancel a single line of the president's fatuous fib that the United States didn't pay $400 million to ransom four hostages taken by the president's friends in Tehran.
Millions of Americans, mostly Democrats but a few sourball Republicans, tell pollsters and anyone who doesn't want to listen that they're preparing themselves to ignore the stink and shame of Hillary Clinton when they vote in November. They're advised here to prepare themselves for a protracted season of malaise and buyer's remorse.
