As the great Christian celebration approaches, the clouds in an old man’s head roll back, revealing sharply defined pictures of the ritual re-enactment of the night before Christmas.
The special election Tuesday for a seat in the U.S. Senate from Alabama has been nothing less than a struggle for possession of the soul of Alabama, and the Republican Party.
Republicans applauded as President Donald Trump pulled away from our traditional role as leader of the free world, striking an arrogant pose of mighty America needing no friends and tweeting insulting videos at our closest ally, England.
The narrative for the paperback edition of my memoir due out this spring takes readers through the final four years of the Obama administration up to the first few months of Donald Trump’s presidency.
There is a man with a biblical first name in the northern part of the county who has been a regular correspondent over the decades, taking me to task for bias against conservative Republicans.
Predictions two weeks ago that, if elected to the U.S. Senate, Roy Moore would embarrass Alabama, were premature. But now how he has. From coast to coast, the media is filled with credible evidence that he sexually molested teenage girls.
Glenn Beck, the fiery-eyed, right-wing commentator, was once so out of control that he accused a sitting Democratic president of treason and regularly ate liberals alive on his radio and TV shows.
The Grand Old Party, a Republican bulwark against extremist excesses from the left, is surrendering to an extreme right-wing, racially tinged nationalism from within, sponsored by Donald Trump himself and his strange fallen adviser, Steve Bannon.
There is one certain outcome of the Alabama Senate race if Roy Moore is elected. He will be compelled to embarrass Alabama because of a set of personal religious beliefs that, in his mind, are superior to all man-made institutions, even the Constitution as interpreted by the U.S. Supreme Court.
Last week was a tough one for the president. The failure of his team to deliver repeal-and-replace Obamacare combined with criticism of Puerto Rican mayors about a lack of food, water and power.
Syngman Rhee, a Princeton and Harvard-educated South Korean politician, rose to lead a decimated post-World War II South Korea through the Korean War and, with an iron fist, installed a version of democracy there.
It can happen, even in Alabama, a Democrat, Doug Jones, can win if he does not run against “Super Christian” Roy Moore, if his campaign is pitched mainly at the kitchen table anxieties and hopes of ordinary citizens.
Ken Burns’ heart-breaking, frustrating documentary re-enactment of the Vietnam War reminds me that the year I graduated from the University of Alabama in 1959, Viet Minh forces began filtering south in preparation for an offensive against Saigon itself.
My determination not to write another piece this week about the fool in the White House folded in the face of six presidential historians who formed a firing squad aimed at Donald Trump.
In the decade after World War II ended in 1945, when Donald Trump was a little rich boy growing up in Queens, there were giants in Washington each of whom would dwarf the future president.
Having recently joined an outward-looking stock advisory group, last night I dreamt that my advisors had whisked me past the twilight zone, past Tier Zero into the realm of Deep Learning.
In the far southwest corner of the West Wing of the White House is an oval office, the center of our nation’s moral authority that has beamed a light of hope and resolution to the rest of the world.
LAKE TOXAWAY, N.C. — As we prepared to drive to one of the highest peaks in the mountains of our getaway house here for the best view of a total solar eclipse, my thoughts returned to the summer of 1954.
Charlottesville Mayor Michael Signer’s televised remarks reveal a decent, intelligent, liberal-minded man whose decision to remove a statue of Robert E. Lee became a magnet for racist thugs who defamed both the statue and a truly first-class city.
Determined to avoid writing again about the latest vulgarity from our clueless, schoolyard bully of a president, I found a suitable topic for a column right under my nose.
If you didn’t know Jane Wheeler, you missed something. You would have loved her because she would have loved you. It was an essential element of her DNA to meet anyone with open-armed, uncritical warmth.
The magical powers of the digital revolution are amazing. With a touch of a button, it shut out the last awful sound coming from the now-silent White House, where Marine Maj. Gen. John Kelly has imposed martial discipline.