Op-Eds

The party is over, Boinie. The communist party. But don’t fret; you still can celebrate anniversaries with Jane in Cuba or, at least for now, in Venezuela. We have had communists run in the past, but they used to run on their own communist party ticket.

It amazes in retrospect that there exist egos so overblown and unwieldy that they have the temerity to think themselves capable, or even worthy, of leading the greatest country on Earth, the most powerful, the most generous. Whence do they get that craziness?

With coronavirus floating around, medical care challenged in other ways, Hezbollah and Iranian dangers in the north, incessant and continual Hamas and Islamic Jihad (which in reality are the same thing) rocket-firing and balloon-bombing in the south, disastrous winter hurricane-style flooding in the north and central regions, it would have been nice to have had a government in place.

It’s great being a liberal. You don’t have to give much thought to your positions or the repercussions. Just come up with a catchy phrase that makes you feel good all over. Facing opposition to your positions? No problem. Just call them racists, sexists, homophobes, misogynists, fascists, supremacists, xenophobes, etc. The list is endless.

No matter where I go in Southern California, I am asked how Kobe Bryant deeply impacted my life. That is the culture here. Having been asked this question so often, I have begun thinking deeply about the people now deceased who actually did impact my life deeply.

Jonathan Greenblatt and the ADL only care about Anti-Semitism when it can be used as an accusation against conservatives.

Now that the DNC has cleared out the riffraff — Kirsten Gillibrand, Cory Booker, Kamala Harris, Andrew Yang, and all the other pretenders to the Oval — the most recent Democrat presidential debate offered an opportunity to get a clearer picture of each one remaining in the cage. They all are despicable.

As is manifest from Trump’s yuuuuge crowds from Alabama to Iowa to everywhere else he goes, one does not have to be from 1950s Borscht Belt New York or of Orthodox Jewish orientation to “get” him. All it takes is an open mind and a sense of humor from a time in the not-so-distant past when people could joke about things and could say ridiculous and absurd things without being taken so literally and without being hunted down by the PC police.