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.
When my syndicate editor told me a few clients had been asking, Don't you have anyone over there who can write something positive about Donald Trump?, I thought, well, that could be fun.
Once upon a time, a scantily clad lass padding down a beach might cause a riot -- at least of eyeballs eager to extend the sidelong glance.
Reflexively, I type "Dru" and The Drudge Report pops up. I hate myself for going there but as a columnist ever in search of the zeitgeist's ultimate wave, I am behooved.
No one would mistake Roger Ailes for a ladies man, at least not without a fistful of dollars -- or a garter belt.
Imitation may be the highest form of flattery, but plagiarism, not so much.
By now most Americans know the name of Dallas Police Chief David Brown -- and quite a few wouldn't mind seeing him play a larger national role. I hear Republicans are looking for a substitute nominee.
But of course Bill Clinton wants his wife to become president of the United States and make history as the nation's first female commander in chief.