Joan Swirsky is an award winning author and journalist. Her work can be found at joanswirsky.com
The Ringling Brothers Barnum & Bailey Circus that I attended in my youth showcased acts like the freak show in which people with all sorts of bizarre physical features would attract millions of morbidly curious wide-eyed visitors.
Judge Brett Kavanaugh has always been in the crosshairs of the left, ever since he played a major role in urging the impeachment of their icon of moral rectitude, President Bill Clinton, and also led the investigation into the alleged suicide (or fishy murder) of Vince Foster, Clinton’s Deputy White House Counsel and close friend of Ms. Hillary.
I remember as a young teenager going by myself to see "On the Waterfront" at the Whalley Theater in New Haven. I was so mesmerized by the performance of Marlon Brando (30-years old at the time) that it took a dozen more viewings--really, that's how many times I saw the film, maybe more--before I realized that the greatest actors of the day--Eva Marie Saint, Karl Malden, Lee J. Cobb, Rod Steiger--were also featured in the movie.
I always thought that James Comey was a company man. As it happens, the company he headed is among the most influential, powerful and scary companies in the world--the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
But still, a company guy. Whether working for a president on the moderate-to-conservative spectrum like G.W. Bush or for a far-left Alinsky acolyte like Barack Obama, makes absolutely no difference to this type of obedient--and also subservient--accommodator.
The word Politicide was first coined by Abba Eban--Israel's foreign minister in 1967--to describe the attempted murder of the sovereign, independent State of Israel by enemies both within and outside of the fledgling state.
When Victor Sharpe first read the word, he told me how it resonated in "the deepest parts of my heart and soul."
Imagine a guy in his mid-thirties walking on a beach in Hawaii and seeing an object that actually looked like the genie lamp he read about in his childhood--the kind of lamp he could rub until a genie popped out and granted his most fervent wish.
Once upon a time a seasoned political operative ran for President of the United States against a candidate who had virtually no political experience.
She--Democrat Ms. Hillary Clinton--former First Lady of Arkansas, former First Lady of the United States, former U.S. Senator from New York, former Secretary of State under the faux "president" Barack Obama, was clearly the favorite.
I started watching Miss America and Miss Universe competitions when I was a little girl, mostly because I loved the gowns. To this day, I still tune in, especially toward the end, when all the gowns are on display. A couple of years ago, I saw my all-time favorite! As the expression goes: TDF––to die for!
When my husband Steve was almost 13, his grandfather died--just a few months before the old man he loved and respected had tutored him for his Bar Mitzvah. To this day, Steve remembers the burial ceremony vividly.
It's only weeks away from the day in January last year when Donald J. Trump ascended to the presidency and took his oath of office as the 45th President of the United States of America.
If you didn’t have the character or courage or moral discernment to call a wrong a wrong when it was taking place, don’t expect sympathy years later when it appears that all you’re doing is jumping on a lynch-mentality bandwagon
"...The people who cast the votes decide nothing. The people who count the votes decide everything." Joseph Stalin, 1923
On Tuesday, American voters will once again go to the polls hoping that the candidate(s) they vote for will fulfill what should be their one and only mission, i.e., to serve the needs of We the People.
