Bill Asher

About Bill Asher

Bill Asher is a writer and retired executive. He lives with his family in Massachusetts.

No Blood for Peace

Forgive the president his chefs—excuse his kitchen cabinet of advisors—but do not allow any bakers to touch his foreign policy. Because the people who tried to impeach Ronald Reagan for bearing a cake (and arms) to Iran now charge Donald Trump with the assassination of Iran’s most infamous killer of American troops in Iraq.  Because

By | 2020-01-09T23:44:33-07:00 January 10th, 2020|Tags: |

The Golden Globes: A Televised Execution

Last night, 386 miles south of San Quentin State Prison, NBC televised a “live” execution from the International Ballroom of the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills, California. Outside, where twin palm trees stand like paintbrushes beneath the hotel’s logo, where a cursive, lower-cased “the” runs above the hotel’s name, where the marshmallow white exterior highlights

By | 2020-01-06T14:47:03-07:00 January 6th, 2020|Tags: |

Democrats and the Tuxedo Test

FDR refined it, JFK romanticized it, LBJ relaxed it, Richard Nixon restored it, Ronald Reagan revered it, and Donald Trump continues to respect it—the tuxedo jacket. If Democrats are to retake the White House, they had better pin more than their hopes on the only candidate who looks somewhat presidential in black tie and tails.

By | 2020-01-03T09:26:18-07:00 January 2nd, 2020|Tags: |

The Blind Prophets of 2020

The timeline of history is like a mechanical timepiece, dependent on the advances of men rather than the autonomy of the most advanced machines. The clarity of the dates is the work of the timekeeper, of the man who thinks the start of a new year and a new decade validates the accuracy of his

By | 2019-12-31T16:19:15-07:00 December 31st, 2019|Tags: |

Nancy Pelosi’s Wow! Signal

If House Speaker Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) wants to retain her gavel, she should use her megaphone. She should speak into her papier-mâché trumpet, so she may change sets before viewers change the channel. She should change the story to fit the season, or switch the plot and production, because Frank Capra’s most political film is

By | 2019-12-20T16:39:34-07:00 December 20th, 2019|Tags: |

‘The Irishman’ Stinks

Martin Scorsese's “The Irishman” is an Irishman without wit, charm, charisma, comedy, tragedy, or drink. He reeks not of whiskey, but of AirWick®. He induces the phantom smell of pine, so as to lessen the stench of piss. He looks like a man—an old man—who stinks, who bears the odor of infirmity and incontinence, who absorbs

By | 2019-12-06T16:10:20-07:00 December 6th, 2019|Tags: |

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