I think a lot of good will come out of this toxic election. I think we’ll appreciate that Americans’ tolerance for political mayhem and gridlock has limits, and the past government tar-pit has gone way over the limit. I think we’ll realize that there’s a large segment of the country that feels everybody’s gotten theirs — except them, the middle class
We allowed Trump to use us to create a vast legion of fearful, paranoid and wretched followers, eager to hear his fantasy about the chaos in American urban areas where blacks only make time to murder whites and themselves, lying about a massive crime wave that doesn’t exist
Why do email phishing scams, car-lot schemes, furniture sales ploys, time-share wrangling and long list of other grifts still exist? Because they still work
Nobody cares you 1. Have a kid that’s an honor student at some overpriced or overrated school; 2. Tele-ski; 3. Love the Cubs; 4. Were born here; or 5. Can hold your mobile phone at arm’s length and take a picture of your voted ballot, revealing that you are, indeed, as stupid as you look
With Amendment 72, there is little accountability and almost no oversight. Voters deserve to know exactly how the money will be spent and that it will fund useful projects.
After months of controversies for both Democrat Clinton and Republican Donald Trump, voters have become nearly anesthetized to even the faintest whiff of scandal
While Trump and his supporters want to make it that the absurd concussion grenade FBI Director James Comey tossed into the election Friday is a game changer, it’s just not
Unable to go there was the Colorado Springs Gazette ed board. Their advice for POTUS told readers, “If all goes as planned Nov. 8, Americans will elect the 45th president.” Crickets, all nervously singing the same sad tune as Arizona Sen. John McCain and Aurora Congressman Mike Coffman. Oh, the ignominy!
I’ve been just as guilty as Billy Bush at times, laughing off the awkward gaucheries of pals who tell waitresses such winning flirtations like, “and I’ll take a side of you with that.”
For those of you who haven’t been glued to one of the oldest fish-wrappers in the state, The Aurora Sentinel, allow me to introduce myself. I am Quidnunc, chief canard for that wanton rag. I am veritable veracity frosted in wit. I am your humble servant and seek only to tell what I know so you can draw your own conclusions.