SO FAR LEFT, WE ARE RIGHT
When I asked you what you would like for your birthday this year, you said “just one kindness” and left it at that.
If my son was raised in a loving home with me and a female partner, then I would not be allowed to wear the uniform. If I preferred soft breasts to hard chests, the Scouts would disapprove, and I would not be invited to be a leader.
Congress, under the watchful and exhausted eye of John Boehner, has to reprioritize, since denying Obama a second term has failed in spectacular fashion. Now they just have to pull out any stops to defeat his legacy.
Some things never get old. Like fart jokes, French kissing and watching Hank Johnson ask stupid questions about Guam. Here’s good old reliable Hank and a few other gems.
We need someone in a position of authority to finally say what needs to be said: the Civil War was a shit-show. No, not the emancipation part. I’m talking about the part where mouth-breathers were allowed to stay in same nation as the nose-breathers.
George and Stan were born a few months apart in 1922 only to die a few days apart some ninety years later. Both distinguished themselves after emerging from inauspicious upbringings, George in Avon, SD and Stan in Akron, OH. Though they were widely admired, neither grabbed the big, brass ring atop their notable achievements. Less [...]
For those who insist on God as part of the original intent in America, allow me to disabuse you of the most commonly mistaken beliefs. To begin, there are no references to God in the Constitution.
In a world of shrinking newsrooms, Long Island has so far managed to remain a haven for journalism and educated opinion spanning a breadth of perspective.