The great shift.
The Democratic Party of Kamala Harris is by no stretch any longer the party of the working man.
The Democratic Party of Kamala Harris is by no stretch any longer the party of the working man.
No nation that wishes to call itself sovereign can live with what is going on now.
Dick Cheney’s fealty to the customs and niceties of establishment Washington now exceeds any fealty to conservative governance he might have once had.
There is confusion as to what is on the ballot on November 5. Note that I said, “what,” and not, “who.”
In the absence of the vetting that a properly functioning fourth estate is supposed to provide, the only thing standing between Kamala Harris and the Oval Office is Donald Trump.
The choice isn’t between a more likable Kamala Harris or a less likable Donald Trump. It’s not about either of them.
It’s about a choice between two governing visions that are more divergent than at any time in my adult life.
Character matters. But with respect to the presidency, policy matters more.
It can be fairly said that Democrats have a race fixation. Maybe call it a fetish.
Kamala Harris is a radical California progressive. But don’t take my word for it. Take hers.
Presidential debates in America have devolved into mere spectacles and are now largely a waste of time.
The Dems must feel like Wile E. Coyote. Every surefire ACME-inspired political explosive they have deployed against Donald Trump has detonated in their faces.
Just as Donald Trump’s farcical conviction can be set right by fixing the reversible errors of the trial judge, so too can America be set right by fixing the reversible errors of bad policy.