A couple months ago I said goodbye to an old friend. She was a reliable, dependable member of the family for eight years - our 2004 blue sedan Saab, model 9-5. She was a Swede; a country that gave also gave us Pippi Longstocking, Ikea and ABBA. Over the years we owned three Saabs.
San Francisco leftists have once again decided to inflict another socialist utopia on an unsuspecting South American nation. What's more, just like at Jonestown, a popular liquid is playing a prominent role.
Once again, New Hampshire has demonstrated it is as different from the rest of the country as the Himalayan Mountains are from Jack in the Box's seasoned curly fries. Like green sand and aluminum crockpots. As Dorothy almost said after being whisked away by a tornado, "We're not in Iowa anymore, Toto."
What a wild night in New Hampshire! In the words of one political reporter, "The voters sent a powerful anti-Washington message." A xenophobic Republican demagogue "stoked citizen anger against the inside-the-Beltway establishment, loudly invoking the '30s populism of Huey Long." The triumphant candidate fed off the "anxieties" of his fans. He "speaks his mind and damns the consequences."
"I love Bernie! I've donated to his campaign! He's great!" my super conservative Beltway establishment Republican friend says. "Feel the Bern!!" He texts me with a snicker during all of the Democratic debates. The night of the Iowa Caucus I retaliated, texting, "Cruz! I'm so happy!!" I knew that'd make him cringe.
The Virginia Republican Party has discovered it's one thing to issue a political "Do Not Resuscitate" order, and quite another to get it to stick. Back in September, the State Central Committee decided to require all voters in their March 1st GOP primary to sign a pledge that states, "My signature below indicates that I am a Republican."