One of the oddest moments in a presidential campaign filled brim-spillingly with them is the sight of the Republican Party struggling to rally around the man looking more and more like its presumptive nominee, Donald J. Trump. Perhaps "rally" is too strong of a word. More of a depressed dawdle. A lackluster loiter. Melancholy mosey. Crematory crawl.
Despite repeated pummelings - four more losses Tuesday night, including a blowout in Pennsylvania - Bernie Sanders still can't find the high road on his mental GPS. He's still steamed that Democrats have the temerity to run Democrats-only primaries (he's not even a Democrat), says he's gonna win in irrelevant West Virginia on May 10, and continue to battle at the convention to the bitter end.
For decades the U.S. and Saudi Arabia have shared a peculiar relationship: the Saudis sell relatively cheap oil to the United States for which they accept our fiat currency. They then recycle those paper dollars into the U.S. military-industrial complex through the purchase of billions of dollars worth of military equipment, and the U.S. guarantees the security of the Saudi monarchy.
As evidenced by his hair, Donald J. Trump is pretty much wrong all the time. Every time. About everything. Except when he isn't. One example is, should he become president, Mexico indeed will build a wall - to control our immigration. "Get me the hell out of here. Por favor?" Hell, Canada might have to build one as well. "Hey, let me in dere, ya hoser. S'il vous plait, eh?"