Monthly Archives: November 2013

By Michael Lordi Gettysburg, PA   November 23, 2013 It was the kind of fall afternoon on the farms and orchards of Southern Pennsylvania that brought out the genius in artists like Andrew Wyeth — The azure sky painted with strokes … Continue reading →

The playground is where most children learn the politics of following rules.  More to the point, it is where we learn to change the rules of a game mid-stream if it helps you win.  Some people bend the rules, others … Continue reading →

The mist of time conceals many warts that make things “in our day” seem better than reality dictates. Gas prices in the 1980s rose to $1 a gallon.  Today the national average is $3.20 representing a more than three-fold increase. … Continue reading →

By Michael Lordi I have some sad news for my Republican friends in New Jersey who have visions of sugar plums and Chris Christie in the White House dancing in their heads:  I’ll be president before Chris Christie will. And … Continue reading →

When President Obama and his Democratic puppets rammed the Affordable Healthcare Act down America’s throat it was to ensure the 13 million uninsured Americans have coverage.  Based on 2012 estimates, there are 313.9 million people in America so 13 million … Continue reading →

Governor Chris Christie easily won re-election in New Jersey and sets a two-year stage of flirtatious will-he, won’t he run for president.  Conservatives think he is a Rockefeller Republican and Liberals think he is a bully.  Critics call him names … Continue reading →

You can tell when politicians lie because their lips move.  This is most evident during campaign season that thankfully ends today.  It is a sad paradox.  We know each politician is lying through teeth yet blindly vote for the one … Continue reading →

By Michael Lordi We can now see the astonishing parallels between Obamacare and a stool sample – You have to pass both to know what’s in them. And with each probe of this Big Government cow pie, the more odious … Continue reading →