In 2016, the pollster prophets, after examining the innards of a statistically significant sample of free-range chickens sacrificed under a full moon, asserted that Hillary Clinton had, by one prediction, a 91 percent chance of winning the U.S. presidency. Then she lost. Like a toddler denied a promised ice cream cone, her supporters
George F. Will is no William F. Buckley, Jr. Buckley could drop a $5-word or an historical reference in one of his columns and readers would think, “How erudite!” He did it gracefully, like a talented conjurer presenting a lady with a flower plucked from thin air. If the item Buckley used was
. . . that he never can keep Trump down?
Reason is a fragile thing. Like a tiny, dainty woodland sprite, it can be stomped into a crushed, broken ruin by the mighty foot of ignorance employed by those cynically seeking to advance their agendas. We see this every day, and the biggest feet dancing with hobnailed boots upon poor Reason wherever it
Where's a cop when you need one? That's a common observation made when one has been victimized. Maybe they’re busy elsewhere. Police can't be everywhere. And, of course, careful victimizers consider where cops are and aren't before victimizing. One place where we know the police aren't is Hasta Muerte Coffee in Oakland, California.