This American President — On the day he took office four long years ago, he said, “This American Carnage stops right here and stops right now.” Instead, it started right there, and right then. And it culminated, right where it began, in an American Carnage perpetrated today in our Nation’s Capital. As the day…

(They’re Not Who You Think They Are) As I listened to right wing media breathlessly conjure a secret cabal of Left-Wing Illuminatis that conspired to steal the election from the president, I was reminded of Occam’s Razor, the principle that the simplest explanation for an occurrence is usually correct. There…

If you’re a Democrat, have you convinced yourself that if Biden is elected the country will return to some semblance of normalcy — like if a resolution that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west came to the floor, it could survive a senate filibuster? Is…

My Face Off With OCD In the fall of 1996, Dexter Braff confessed to the killing of Oscar Claude Devereaux. However Deveraux was subsequently found to be very much alive. The following are excerpts from interviews conducted by the lead investigator assigned to the case to determine what actually happened. …

It is with profound sadness that I write this letter today. For these past three plus years, I’ve simmered in silence while you defended the President. I’ve listened to countless iterations of “what about Obama?” in response to every criticism leveled at your standard bearer. Confronted with an unending and…

June, 1975. It was not only the last big outdoor track meet of the season, it was the last race of the day, and the last race of my high school running career. For me, the entire day was cloaked in finality. While I was a better than decent runner…

The Starting Line It began on May 18, 1986. The second running of the Pittsburgh Marathon. I had recently moved from Philadelphia to Pittsburgh and thought I’d run in my new hometown’s marathon. It wasn’t my first. I was actually pretty experienced, having posted a time of 2:38:51 in the…

September 6th, 1974. It was a day like any other (if you call a day that began waking up in your neighbor’s house knowing your mother has six months to live like any other). I was a week shy of my 17th birthday. Mom had been in the hospital for…