We're still a few weeks from summer's dog days and the conventions, and already feral rabidity has set in. Add to the long list of psycho-political syndromes the "Romney Derangement Syndrome."
South Carolina politics never fails to amuse and bemuse.
As we celebrate our nation's independence midway through a year of rabid presidential politics, it is refreshing to reflect upon our first president, the hero of America's revolution and commander in chief upon our liberation from King George.
As the Supreme Court rules this week on a variety of volatile issues, the question has come up: Is Barack Obama really running against the high court?
The punch line is at least as old as the eldest baby boomer: "I didn't get a pony."
By now most sentient Americans have heard about the war on women. That is, the so-called Republican war on women, which has been framed as a battle waged by stodgy old white guys who want to deny women reproductive freedom.
Forty years ago, all of America learned the name of a particular condominium, hotel and office complex along the Potomac in the nation's capital.
For the past year, we've been relentlessly reminded that Republicans didn't especially love their front-running presidential candidate.
All the world's a stage, all right, and never so much as when presidential politics are in play.
The past several days of Newark Mayor Cory Booker's life have been painfully amusing to watch.
Novelist John Grisham could hardly spin a more provocative fiction: The president and his surrogates mount an aggressive campaign to intimidate the chief justice of the United States, implying ruin and ridicule should he fail to vote in a pivotal case according to the ruling political party's wishes.