Hammer Mill Days

I don't remember this room being this cramped. For crying out loud, what did they do to this place? Where's my plastic furniture? I was weeks collecting that bedroom set! Oh well ... there's bound to be a few glitches in any complex negotiation. The important thing is, we're back, baby! We've won the right to squat in our beloved Cheney Hammer Mill once again. And when I say "beloved", well ... that's a relative term. Next to the potting shed we've been crammed into all summer, the mill is a veritable palace. Sure, we have to share it with lunatics, but even that's not unprecedented. (Just take a look through our back pages and you'll see what I'm talking about.) All that said, there are a few restrictions on what we're going to be able to do as residents of the mill from here on out. Maybe it was a mistake to deputize Anti-Lincoln as our chief negotiator with the crazy upstairs neighbors. Our main thought was that he was, after

There's no question but that Donald Trump is the worst president in my lifetime, and I'm fairly certain he's a serious contender for the worst president in American history. In most of the surveys I've seen, that position is held by pre-Civil War POTUS James Buchanan (1857 - 1861), but I think Buchanan's one distinction is under serious threat ... he may be surging to second worst by the end of Trump's current term. Of course, Trump doesn't see it that way. His ranging, incoherent cabinet meeting this past Monday gave him the opportunity to crow about the greatest economy in American history, his single-handed defeat of ISIS, his deal-making acumen, and so on. Sure, he got Turkey mixed up with Iraq at one point, but who's counting? He claims to be fulfilling a promise to bring American troops home, and one wishes that were true, but of course this claim - like everything else that comes out of his festering gob - is a cheap, transparent lie that wouldn