Today’s article is basically a continuation of yesterday’s. I’ll try to cover many of the other things that happened last week that I think stink. The culprits, with one exception, are Republicans and I’ll conclude with a Democrat caught in a situation that stinks.
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Hometown Connection
The word is that you can never go home again. I was born in Buffalo, New York and grew up in an adjacent suburb. I have no desire to return to Western New York (other than perhaps a visit – it’s a great place to eat). Having lived there for the first 47 years of my life it will always be a part of me. If I notice someone is from there I tend to pay just a little bit more attention especially if we share an alma mater. That can be both good and bad. New York Times columnist Michelle Goldberg is a fellow Western New York native and SUNY-Buffalo alum. I follow her work and suggest you do also. Michael Caputo was born in Buffalo, off and on lived in Western New York and attended SUNY-Buffalo. The three of us are certainly not alike. Let’s explore. Continue reading Hometown Connection
The Numbers Are Understated
The numbers referred to in today’s title deal with the coronavirus and “understated” is a polite way to say the Trump administration is cooking the books. Let’s explore. Continue reading The Numbers Are Understated
A Few Bucks Here; A Few Bucks There
My guess is that we will never know the full extent of Trump’s thefts from the American people. If you are not viewing this administration as an organized criminal enterprise you are being deceived. Pilferage with immunity is relatively easy when you control the courts (the ultimate being the Senate), cops (in this case the Attorney General) and the witnesses (the most potentially damning being Executive branch employees). Today I will provide but a few examples most revealed very recently. Let’s explore. Continue reading A Few Bucks Here; A Few Bucks There
The Good News Is That It Is Not A Heart Attack
Today is another one of those I need to get a lot off my chest days. There is so much on it that it feels like a heart attack in progress. It’s a sunny Saturday morning in the Raleigh area as I begin to pen this for Tuesday’s publication and I’m certain I won’t be able to cover everything that is piled up. In any event, let’s explore. Continue reading The Good News Is That It Is Not A Heart Attack