From the moment Lloyd Bentsen uttered it, none could disagree with his televised jab that Dan Quayle was “no Jack Kennedy.” Few remember, however, that in ascending to the presidency, Jack Kennedy had his own damning comparison. He was no Dwight Eisenhower.
Sixteen years on, I can’t forget the joint Will Foster showed me.
You wouldn’t, either.
That joint — the jumble of tissue at the midpoint of his index finger — was so bulbous and discolored as to be...
We walk upright. We have a foot up.
At least that’s how it looks on paper.
In practice, I’m alarmed to report that we act like a bunch of gambusia. And they breathe through gills.
It was a bad year for the president, some would say his worst.
The nation was divided to the breaking point. It seemed nothing went right for him in 1862.
And yet, Abraham Lincoln, his proxies being pummeled on the...
Yes, Virginia, Santa Claus is black, and . . .
What would you expect from this corner but a spirited defense of Megyn Kelly?...