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Before former Vice President Joe Biden pushed President Barack Obama into coming out in favor of same-sex marriage, this was an unthinkable question.
Biden’s 2011 support for Gay marriage may be more of an impediment to his chances of winning the Democratic Primary in 2020 than any of the other issues raised about his four decades in public life
Yesterday I read with amazement a tweet from a woman I admire for her spiritual affirmations. The tweet said, “I like Dick.” An explicit declaration of what she likes, right.
I did a double-take. Did my friend tweet what I think I read?
I was not surprised to learn that my friend might actually like Dick. But it stunned me to see that she admitted liking Dick in such a public space.
Attorney General William “Bill” Barr has virtually brought the nation to the doorsteps of a constitutional crisis.
First, Barr testified before the Senate Judiciary Committee yesterday in a less than truthful fashion. By definition less than honest manner is a “snitty” way of saying Barr lied to Congress.
Yesterday the nation witnessed the strict prosecutorial style of Senator Kamala Harris (D, California). Harris hammered the top prosecutor in the country, Attorney General William Barr, during Barr’s appearance before the Senate Judiciary Committee.
Harris, one of three candidates for the Democratic Presidential nomination, wasted little time on Barr’s penchants for pretending he did not understand the meaning of simple words in the English language.
Six thousand words in the books today. My best work to date in terms of style, pacing, and content. “Freaknik Lawyer,” coming soon.
Special Counsel Robert Mueller after a 22-month long investigation clears President Donald J. Trump of collusion with the Russians to influence the 2016 Presidential election.
Mueller’s delivered his confidential report to Attorney General William Barr as required by law over the weekend. Then, Barr issued a four-page letter to leaders of the Senate and the House.
Charles Steele, Jr. was 22 years old on the day that Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated on the third-floor balcony of a colored motel in Memphis, Tennessee. By that time, King’s Southern Christian Leadership Conference had won two important victories.
First, congressional passage of the 1964 Civil Rights Act. This measure opened areas of public accommodations to the nation’s Negro citizens. Despite King’s work in this area, on his April 1968 visit to Memphis, he chose to patronize the Black-owned Lorraine Motel.
No one in the US House of Representatives will confuse Congresswoman Rashida Tlaib (D-Mich.) as the gentlelady from Michigan. How is that possible after her first day on the job in which she called the nation’s chief executive a Mother, you know what?
Perhaps I should not be so mild mannered that I cannot say the word in public. Let’s have a go at it.
American Presidents have never been wilting violets with tiny egos. Once Richard M. Nixon averred out loud, that criminal activity is not criminal activity if committed by the President of the United States.
Nixon believed it was lawful to order some of the President’s men to break into the Democratic National Committee Headquarters and steal their plans for defeating his reelection efforts. Also, any subsequent lies to cover up his involvement in the break-in was a legal exercise of the powers of the Office of the Presidency. After all the federal criminal code was designed to prosecute all other Americans except the President – the only person in the American system of justice whom the law did not apply – placing the President above the law, at least so Nixon thought, vowing to the bitter end that he was “not a crook.”
I’m sure had I met Cyn Marsh before I was introduced to baseball, she would have been my first love.
But I didn’t. And although she is my ride or die today, she wasn’t my first love. I would not meet the future Mrs. Harvey until 22 years later.
My uncles Paul and John introduced me to the game of baseball one Sunday afternoon in the spring of 1956. The adults took the kids outside to work off a delicious after-church meal of fried free-range chicken, mashed potatoes, butter beans, corn bread, and fresh blackberry cobbler. We used an old broomstick for a bat and a red rubber ball. It was about the size of a baseball.