One week, Beirut and Paris; the next week, Mali. The nightmare is young. Where next?
Des Moines, Iowa -- You can't drive far in these parts without seeing Ben Carson on a billboard, looking more like a man of the cloth than of the operating room.
There's something vaguely beatific in that face and beaming smile. "Run Ben Run!" reads the text on one sign. The moviegoer's mind can't escape the immediate association.
In the annals of presidential politics, it's hard to recall anyone who has tried so hard to be so ordinary.
If the truth sets us free, then Bush family members should be warbling from rooftops.
At least one Bush, patriarch George H.W. Bush, has been singing his heart out with author Jon Meacham, whose biography of the 41st president will soon be released.
Soon after Wednesday night's Republican debate, the phone rang: "Did the fat lady sing?" asked the voice on the other end.
As Republican presidential candidates debate the debates, roiling and railing against the unfairness of it all, campaigns have been busy rebooting candidates and crafting fresh slogans.
It might be time for Katie Couric to ask Jeb Bush what he reads.
Not this column, obviously, where in May I sagely, if humbly, urged him to hug and then walk away from his brother, to whom he should refer as President George W. Bush.
With the latest poll numbers tallied and political pundits having spoken, a consensus has emerged: Hillary Clinton won the first Democratic debate and, barring a Benghazi pinata exploding with revelations, has cinched the nomination.
Barrels of ink and galaxies of pixels have been sacrificed to solving the mystery of the spectacular rise of Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump.
In the wake of Majority Leader Kevin McCarthy's (R-Calif.) sudden withdrawal from his once-certain ascent to the speakership, several others are considering running for the job.
The Republican Party's "Freedom Caucus," which has several less-charitable nicknames on Capitol Hill, is the dog that caught the car.
"Oh, so you drank the Kool-Aid," my neighbor superciliously sneered from the stoop he occupies each afternoon to sip wine and critique people's parking skills on our beloved Olive Street.
In the spirit of charity prompted by Pope Francis's visit to the United States, let's not call them bigots.
It's no longer enough to be a happy warrior; now our candidates must be joyful!
The Trump riddle continues to compel: How has he managed to successfully execute such a mass deception?
It is that sane and glorious time when the nation's capital dispenses its human cargo to places of origin and locations of respite.
"I don't know why everyone leaves," I remarked to my neighbor. "There's so much great parking." (Don't muddle; it's a joke.)
There is, indeed, great parking, as well as less traffic. With the political contingent largely gone, the Hill is as quiet as a morning after and "normal" people are dining out.
Not to diminish the importance of the first Republican debate, but it felt like the first in a political survivor series.
The question wasn't so much who won the prime-time skirmish but who eliminated himself to make room for Carly Fiorina -- the hands-down winner of the "Happy Hour Debate," as it was dubbed, and maybe of the larger debate as well.
No doubt you have butterflies just thinking about Thursday's first GOP debate.
I know I do.
It took three videos showing Planned Parenthood doctors and executives discussing the culling and retailing of aborted baby parts, but Hillary Clinton finally managed to say that she found the videos "disturbing."
Current quibbling over what Jeb Bush meant when he said it's time to phase out and replace Medicare -- as opposed to "attacking the seniors," as one woman at a recent event bellowed out -- will soon seem quaint against the realities of our future.
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