Watching Hillary Clinton beaming sidewise on stage as Elizabeth Warren taunted Donald Trump brought the Wrigley twin ditty to mind: Double your pleasure, double your fun, with double good, double good, Doublemint gum.
If you turned on cable TV news Monday, chances are good that you caught Corey Lewandowski fibbing that he doesn't have a clue why Donald Trump fired him as his campaign manager. Of course he knows.
It was inevitable that we would one day seek ways to kill ourselves with society's blessing.
Standing on my hotel balcony in the predawn hours, I gaze out over several dimly illuminated swimming pools abutting a small manmade lake and a golf course.
You could say that it all depends on how you define "lie." Or, perhaps, that it's hell to have a public record.
It should be obvious to all by now that Donald Trump knows nothing of what he speaks. His disastrous economic ideas are but the latest in a litany of nonsensical proposals.
When Shakespeare wrote the "truth will out," he must have had Ted Cruz in mind.
When it comes to rhetoric, Plato was right and Aristotle -- not so much.
As the human circus of presidential politics has plodded along for what seems a decade now, a revolution has been taking place in the ever-more-dignified animal kingdom.
So what are we to do? This is a familiar question to opinion writers. Translation: You've told us what's wrong with everything -- and we agree. But, what's the action plan?