As September heats up in more ways than one, I need to declare that no matter how loathsome, repugnant and vile many of us find Donald Trump (hashtag: #The Crook Who Would Be King), he is not, repeat, not, the reincarnation of Adolph Hitler, Nero, Vlad the Impaler, Attila the Hun, the Anti-Christ or the inventor of reverse mortgages.
Tucker Carlson, the squeaky-voiced darling of non-thinking people everywhere, is apparently launching his own TV/internet/cyber/death-ray network. I’d be among the first to sign on as a subscriber if the early adopters hadn’t use up all of the crayons and fingerpaint in the cubbies.
A news story I somehow missed a few months ago made me nostalgic for foxes in hen houses, wolves in sheep’s clothing and even fish out of water:
Carol Burger wants to refer healthcare to rehab. As the owner of Burger Rehabilitation, which she founded in 1978, she has some ideas on how to treat the industry’s multiple injuries and growing pains.
Most of my liberal friends and many of my conservative ones (a more equally divided number than you might guess) express surprise at my support for the death penalty. To those who argue it’s not a proven deterrent to murder, my point is that being executed will deter at least one person. (The executee, if I need to spell that out.)
Idaho’s Governor Brad Little (of whom it can be said “Little is known”) has given the thumbs-up for the state to use firing squads as a backup to carry out executions when it just can’t get its hands in the drugs needed to administer lethal injections.
I hate to kick a multi-millionaire when he’s down but a number of you have emailed or texted wondering why I haven’t commented on the Scott Adams/Dilbert flap.
When does a politician go from being an “I” and a “me” to being a “we” and an “us?”
“What do you think of Prince Harry and his book?” a number of readers have asked me. Remember, three is a legitimate number.
Do you take Power Walks before your Power Naps? Are your Power Runs followed by Power Breakfasts?
