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Donald J. Trump is the white mans' last stand, or at least I think many of his supporters look at him that way. If you understand that, you understand why they voted for such an unqualified disaster of a candidate, and you understand why they'll kill police officers to save him.

While newspapers, books and movies celebrate the civil rights ...Read more

"When Der Fuhrer says we is de master race "We heil (pfft) heil (pfftt) right in der Fuhrer's face."

--Recorded in late 1942 by Spike Jones and his City Slickers

It is us. The Americans. In a year when the world was on fire, a novelty band fond of sound effects, recorded "Der Fuhrer's Face," a comic song sung in a German accent ...Read more

During the long years of my employment as a newspaper reporter, I wrote the "Year in Review" story many, many times.

"Hello, Everyone," the email from the editor would read. "It's that time of year again! All of you need to go over the stories from your beat this year and produce a 'Year in Review' roundup from your beat highlighting the most ...Read more

Being a member of the elite liberal media, Christmas isn't Christmas until the moving van full of George Soros' bribe money pulls into my driveway.

Tonight's the night. Under cover of darkness, I will unload bales of cash and stack them in my basement. Hillary Clinton shows up to help and, once we're done stashing the cash, she kills the driver...Read more

Here's how you think the revolution is going to work if you're a nut job of the left or the right.

The members of your booga-booga movement will go out in the street and fire guns/sling rocks at the government.

The government will run away.

After that, the government will hand you your wildest dreams. Free abortions on demand for 13-year-olds...Read more

I sometimes take the long way home from work, driving through the twisted roads of a nearby suburb that was a farm town when my grandmother was a girl. There are still deep woods, New England stone walls and creeks not trapped in a culvert. And, if you wanted to spend a long time looking, you might be able to find a pasture with a couple of cows...Read more

It's a month for the letter "P," as in, "The president is preparing to get pitched out of public housing and is proffering preemptive pardons to his progeny."

Or, for a more proper association, the simple word "pork."

Oh, sure, my country wallows in a perfect Third World purgatory, but McDonald's brought back the McRib sandwich yesterday.

Can...Read more

Country singer Hal Ketchum is dead of the complications of dementia. He was 67.

I read that news a few minutes before coming in to write this column, and it seemed odd, not because he was relatively young, but because, in COVID Nation, you forget people die of other things.

And they do. Last week, a guy on a motorcycle cartwheeled off the ramp...Read more

It's 25 years ago, and I'm standing before the sergeant's desk in a city police station, reading the day's arrest reports. In those days, the officer wrote the report on a form, in his own handwriting.

A bar owner, I read, called the police because a man was sitting on the doorstep of a street-corner tavern, making it tough for patrons to come ...Read more

In spite of the terrible things he's done to America, you need a heart of stone not to laugh at President Donald Trump.

He's the rich kid who can't be cool, outdone in every aspect of frostiness by the construction worker's kid in the cheap jeans whose slouch against the wall of a high school hallway is elegant in its simplicity, and powerful ...Read more

You! The one cracking your morning paper or grabbing a little online commentary!

Do you know how little a news columnist wants to be caught with his pants down, hopping around like a kangaroo?

So, even though it's Wednesday night, I won't join the hundreds of other braver-than-I-am columnists who are telling you Joe Biden is the next president...Read more

When Americans have nothing else to fight with, we oppose our bodies to the oppressor. We've always been brave enough to take the beating, to take the bullet, to die.

Strikers linked arms and walked into the rifles and clubs of hired goons. They won.

Women bowed their heads beneath the policeman's nightstick for the right to vote, but never ...Read more

Despite the divided nature of our nation, there is great unity in the cat food section of the grocery store.

There are dozens of brands and labels available, and the lettering on the tiny little cans is hard to read, and, invariably, Mittens will only eat the one kind, so we help each other.

"Do you see any giblet stew?" a woman asks me as I ...Read more