Well, it’s already started.  With the nation still reeling in shock over the child-rape scandal at Penn State, the excuses and misplaced empathy for Sandusky’s enablers have quickly usurped the public anguish, which should rightly be reserved for the child victims.
Victims?  What victims?  The nation’s eyes have become fixed on the ignoble fall of a [...]

What we have here are the biggest, baddest public temper tantrums we’ve seen since 1960s spoiled-brat college kids reverted to the terrible twos and marched, rioted, burned, and bombed their way across America.
So far at least, the violence at “Occupy” tantrums hasn’t reached ’60s-level, though there have been [...]

Well, my dear Mr. President, you’ve been making quite a disagreeable spectacle of yourself lately. You’ve been traveling around campaigning on that big, black, foreign-made bus that looks like a harbinger of death come riding into America’s heartland. And on every stop in every hamlet, you say you  want to talk [...]

Well, well, well, it’s come to this.  A few scant years ago, the whippersnapper, not-even-through-his-first-term Senator Barack Obama was being hailed by everyone who was anyone as the best thing to happen to America since our very founding.  This Barry guy from nowhere that anyone could remember was suddenly bursting on the national scene from Never Land and hailed as “sort of like God,” who would cause the rising seas to quell.  People actually made “holy” candles with his image emblazoned on them and made odes to his “lightworker” status.  Barack, they said, was a new kind of man, whose “lightworking” among us  would forever mark time in “before Barack” and “after Barack” moments.

It was the moment in which the “One we had been waiting for” graced us with his above-us-all presence.

What a monstrous cosmic joke that has turned out to be.

As the president of know-nothing, do-nothing, say-nothin-worth-2-cents, jaunts around on taxpayer-largesse lobbying for his reelection, I say we’ve finally found one job in America that is indeed “shovel-ready.”

It’s this president’s job.

The miracle-save presidency has turned — before our very pitiful eyes — into a big, steaming, smelly pile of “shovel-ready” manure.

And there is no more worthwhile job in America these days than picking up our shovels and prepare to rid this country posthaste of the worst, most deceitful poppycock-peddler ever to wear the mantle of the United States Presidency.

Pick up those shovels, Americans.  Your manure of a president is indeed “shovel-ready.”

Like so many others, I’ve watched Herman Cain’s presidential candidacy go from no-shot to long-shot to front-runner status. I’ve seen prominent political forecasters eating nasty-tasting crow on national television, as Cain’s rise continues despite their dire dissing. I’ve seen campaign pros wince and squirm and continue to put down Cain’s [...]