Like so many others who supported Hillary Clinton and were appalled at Donald Trump, I have spent the last couple of weeks nurturing hope. “Hope” is not a casual word, although it gets tossed around
I owe it to my own integrity to waste no time being as public with my confession of wildly self-satisfied crowing about Donald Trump's inevitable failure as I had been in forecasting it yesterday
When I was in Madrid in 1966 wanting to absorb Spanish culture, I went to a bullfight. Two things made a lasting impression. One was the price of the tickets: a seat in the shade cost three or four
Sometime very late Tuesday night, Donald Trump will show his true colors. Unwittingly, of course, since he is such a stranger to truth—actually so hostile to truth—that it will have to be revealed
Can you imagine what your own reputation would be like if a group of opponents had decided to spend the last twenty years in a skilled, well-financed, unrelenting effort to portray you as a bastard or
Donald Trump's campaign manager Kellyanne Conway took to the airwaves this morning to complain bitterly about how unfair this campaign is. She noted that Hillary Clinton had all these superstars like
So, Donald boasts of assaulting women, women confirm his boast, he says he lied, and therefore they lied. Perfect!