It is our fervent hope here at Durstco that all you loyal readers join us in welcoming the elixir of…
Relax. Now breathe. And repeat.
And now a few choice words for all Republicans advising Democrats to “stop whining about the election and get over…
It’s the first week of December, and all over the nation children dance while grandparents twitch with anticipation. Which, admittedly,…
Two months before joining the government in an entry level position, President-elect Donald Trump has been learning the ropes and…
And now a public service announcement for all you prodigal sons and daughters making the pilgrimage back home for the…
Some of the great eternal questions are, “What is the sound of one hand clapping?”; “If a tree falls in…
Comedy is a delicate business and should be left to the trained professionals.
If experts are correct in saying that Donald Trump needs women voters to win the presidency, the last two weeks have been the worst for any political candidate since the summer of 1984 when Michael Dukakis climbed into a tank and tried on a helmet.
An estimated 84,000,000 Americans tuned into the first Presidential Debate at New York’s Hofstra University last week, but Donald Trump did not seem to be among them. Mentally he had checked out, maybe to seek admission to Dr. Snuffleupagus’s clinic to score some surplus Claritin.
Something craven infects political candidates as the days dwindle down to a precious few, especially when prospects for victory appear slimmer than an emaciated giraffe in a fun house mirror.
We, the American People, should pat ourselves on the back for having survived a multitude of presidential battles this year. So far we’ve ducked mud thrown during the Little Hands Wars, the Naked Wives Wars, the Bigotry Wars, the Qualification Wars, the Crazier than a Wombat in a Centrifuge Wars, and now a brand new phase: the Health Wars. Open those umbrellas folks, because the partisan splooey is starting to pour.
We might as well be watching a 30-car pile-up the way Americans are holding hands over their eyes trying to avoid the grisly bits of the most grotesque presidential race we have witnessed in this, the second decade of the 21st century.
