
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Who would have guessed that Barack Obama was the original birther, peddling the story that he was born in Kenya long before Donald Trump, Sheriff Joe and assorted nut jobs took it up as a crusade in fantasy and futility.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Public-opinion polling, like politics, prostitution and punditry, is an honorable enough profession, if properly understood and taken with enough salt. But usually it isn't.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
This is not what Barack Obama expected for a coming-out party. The "historic" revelation that he is now fully evolved, as from tadpole to frog, and now grooves on same-sex marriage, was meant to be marked with quiet ceremony. No music, no flowers, no kiss, no dancing, not even a cupcake.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Barack Obama, now fully evolved, is once more the rage of the demimonde. All it took was for him to man up, to acknowledge what everyone already knows the president thinks about "gay sex."
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Smashmouth politics, the norm nearly everywhere else, has overtaken "Indiana nice" on the banks of the old Wabash. A lion of the Senate ‚ as Senate lions are now measured — is likely to fall today.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Barack Obama says he agrees with Abraham Lincoln (you could ask him) that America is "the exceptional nation," a nation unique in a world of moral squalor, a beacon of hope for the "tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free." But sometimes cold pragmatism demands the exceptional nation make exceptions.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
The federal government by definition has to make a federal case out of everything it touches, from mandating toilets that barely flush to prescribing how many calories must go into a schoolboy's lunch. So we can't be surprised that the Secret Service will assign nannies and chaperones to monitor the bedtime behavior of the president's bodyguards on their trips abroad.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Mitt Romney's finally the last man standing, and he finally found the voice he'll need to overcome the formidable Democratic weapons of money, guilt and gilt.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Nothing focuses a politician's mind like staring at oblivion and reluctantly contemplating himself at the center of that dark and dreary place. Though it may be too late to save himself, Nicolas Sarkozy is scared, contrite and humble, a remarkable precedent for a French president.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Romance, requited or not, can be a costly proposition. The Secret Service, guardians of the president, and the Army, guardians of the rest of us, are still trying to tally the dimensions of the carnal carnage at Cartagena.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Life is unfair, as John F. Kennedy famously observed. That might not have been the most memorable thing he ever said, but it's probably the most quoted, and when better to repeat it than on the last day for Americans to file their federal income tax returns.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Everybody in trouble with the law is entitled to a fair trial. Nobody is guilty until a court looks at the evidence and decides. A man is innocent until proved guilty. But sometimes we hold the trial at the circus, not the courthouse.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Rick Santorum and Newt Gingrich are as irrelevant now as Ron Paul to the selection of the Republican presidential nomination, and they both know it. They both know that Mitt Romney can start planning his coronation in Tampa.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Presidential contempt for the Supreme Court and inconvenient law is not new. But rarely has a president sounded so, well, dumb, as when Barack Obama lectured the justices on what they can and can't do to his cherished Obamacare.
By Wesley Pruden - The Washington Times
Few voters choose a president for his views on foreign policy, which is regarded as work best left to credulous wonks, artless dips and naive double-domes. It's work in a place where real people don't want to go.