Liberals Are Not the Enemy
Forgive me. I say “liberal” sometimes when I mean something else. My mistake is habit, not irony.
I see things and tell people about them
Forgive me. I say “liberal” sometimes when I mean something else. My mistake is habit, not irony.
Yesterday, I predicted the NFL would suffer a season-shortening labor dispute this season or next.
Blowout. Embarrassment. Lopsided. Laugher. Humiliation. Fans are doing to the NFL what Ray Rice did to his girlfriend in that elevator.
Jack Kemp is on the top of my wall of heroes. Literally. An autographed Kemp card sits on top of my bookshelf housing the works and images of my heroes.
Coming to a head. President Trump seems pathologically opposed to festering problems. When he sees a festering problem, he pops it like a zit.
By now you’ve seen the photo. The iconic photo. One lone Army Ranger veteran defying his team to salute the flag during the Star-Spangled Banner.
Brain damage. They all have brain damage. And they’ll likely die from it.
You might not know about Franco Harris. You might wonder why he’s so unhappy, like many of us are, with the NFL’s anti-American antics lately.