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?
When a presidential election devolves into a hydrant-watering contest between leading contenders about the relative attractiveness of their respective wives, not only does America look ridiculous but we diminish our moral standing to denounce other cultures' marginalization of women.
WASHINGTON -- By now it's obvious that lecturing Donald Trump supporters about why they shouldn't vote for him only confirms their convictions.