検索キーワード： 著者 "Will Durst" すべてのカテゴリー

In which our intrepid correspondent grudgingly admires the President for his steadfastness but then proceeds to bury him anyway.

In which our intrepid correspondent cites examples of why he is perfectly content not to be running for President and of his understanding of why you probably agree for totally different reasons.

In which our intrepid correspondent trots out a typical attack ad funded by one of those rascally 527 organizations.

In which our intrepid correspondent revels in the return of the self immolating Democrats, so long in coming.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes a fond look back at the year and isolates the best parts.

In which our intrepid correspondent reveals deep buried longings and imagines some of the nasty possible consequences at the same time.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes on the impossible task, because it may not be a pretty job – but someone's got to do it.

In which our intrepid correspondent goes on and on and on about limits on free speech. And guess what? He's against them.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks about the holiday that features the best of all worlds: tryptophan poisoning and four story tall balloons careening off lampposts in downtown New York City.

In which our intrepid correspondent once again - and how tiring has this become - rails against the administration for the appearance of a lack of moral leadership. But who is he, Mr. Passed Out in His Clothes Again, to judge?

In which our intrepid correspondent makes no accusations at all about the South Dakota Senator Tim Johnson tragedy, but IF it does play out there was hanky panky involved, then he proposes a bit of the old tit for tat.

In which our intrepid correspondent laments the corporate fallout due to the examples being set by our president.

In which our intrepid correspondent figuratively shoots a Supersoaker at the Olympic Torch, but with, as always, a modicum of taste. No MSG.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks from an 8 year old heart on the beginning of the greatest time of the year: the opening of baseball season!

In which our intrepid correspondent gets a bit defensive about the steroid scandal and the leading target of the investigation.

In which our intrepid correspondent redirects his unspecific fury to focus on the land of boldfaced names, the traditional hunting ground of the tabloids. But don't worry, he didn't hurt his back none by stooping over.

In which our intrepid correspondent cites examples of why he is perfectly content not to be running for president - and of his understanding of why you probably agree for totally different reasons.

In which our intrepid correspondent figuratively shoots a Supersoaker at the Olympic Torch, but with, as always, a modicum of taste. No MSG.

In which our intrepid correspondent relives those glory days of 1993 when Hillary Clinton was accused of being a witch but managed to prove her accusers wrong by not floating.

In which our intrepid correspondent talks about this week's GOP debate on black issues, which pretty much didn't happen. Huge surprise there, huh?