My favorite bumper sticker I've never seen: Commas matter.
Only in the strangest-ever presidential election could a former beauty queen's weight be considered a deal-breaking issue of, if I may, gargantuan proportions.
My heart went out to Donald Trump Monday night when it appeared that he was under the weather.
As the first presidential debate approaches, fists clench, jaws tighten and invectives giggle in anticipation.
At long last, Donald Trump has set himself free.
America has had better weeks than the one just past.
The animal kingdom will have lost one of its staunchest defenders when the Oval Office is abandoned by Barack Obama, who through a series of critical, administrative rulemakings has done more to protect animals than any other president in recent memory.
When Donald Trump says he has a great relationship with "the Blacks," I wonder if he also gets along well with the Smiths. We know he's tight with the Whites.
Donald Trump. Would that it were unnecessary to mention his name except, say, as a Viagra pitchman.
When I wrote the headline "Hillary's heel," I was thinking of Achilles, not Bill, though the former president is usually within nipping range of his wife's pantsuit hem.