Tagged: world war III

Is This a Joke, Nancy?

Is This a Joke, Nancy?

  According to a news item I just read, Nancy Pelosi  suggested at a town hall meeting on Wednesday that impeaching Trump  would further “divide the country” and could do more harm than good....

From Bad to Worse

From Bad to Worse

  Trump has made some weird nppointments since becoming president last year, but  he has outdone himself by selecting Johns Bolton (photo) as his new national security adviser. Even Trump should have known better....

Peace Through Sports

Peace Through Sports

  You may have heard the story about German and English soldiers suspending hostilities for a soccer match during World War I. I was reminded of that story recently when I heard North Korea is taking...

Here Comes the Boom

Here Comes the Boom

  With Mike Flynn spilling the beans, Trump’s days in the White House are numbered. Unless… It’s the “unless” that scares me. This is not a sane human being. This is Trump. And he...

Scary Enough for You?

Scary Enough for You?

This is the scariest Halloween yet. I’m not talking about the noisy “Hellbound” show the church next door insists on having at this time every year. Or the affidavit Sandra just had to have notarized  to convince Capital...

As War Clouds Gather

As War Clouds Gather

  The TV pundits that I listen to seem obsessed with Trump’s tweets, the various probes into the Russian  hacking scandal, aborted release of documents that would shed light on JFK’s assassination and the  GOP’s...

Trivializing a Deadly Impasse

Trivializing a Deadly Impasse

  With the spread of social media, the shallowest and silliest aspects of human nature are on widespread display. And the mainstream media are exploiting the silliness. So when Trump calls Kim Jong-un “Rocket Man”...

Why Words Matter

Why Words Matter

  It’s not only what we say that matters; it’s also how we say it. Some words are toxic, some are benign. Here’s an example. If someone says, “blessed are the peacemakers,” you’ll probably nod...

It’s a No-Win Fight, America

It’s a No-Win Fight, America

  Once, long ago, I was driving home in Toronto late at night after playing cards with my sister Elizabeth and her husband Wendell, when a convertible full of young men swerved in front of me...