Tag: Donald Trump

Has Any Georgia Race Earned this Much Presidential Attention?

Listening to WABE this morning they mentioned three Presidents and a Vice President have all weighed in on the 2018 gubernatorial election in Georgia. (Donald Trump and Mike Pence for Brian Kemp and Jimmy Carter and Barack Obama for Stacey Abrams who also was endorsed by Hillary Clinton). Which got me to thinking: has there

Sonny Perdue is Tonight’s Designated Survivor

Former Georgia Governor and current Secretary of Agriculture Sonny Perdue is serving as tonight’s designated survivor during President Trump’s first State of the Union address. For those who aren’t aware of how fake President Kiefer Sutherland Tom Kirkman took office, one member of the president’s Cabinet sits out the speech in a safe, undisclosed location in

Washington Post Columnist: Lying Sen. Perdue Should Resign

I mean….I’m not sure what you’d expect when a clown gets in bed with a buffoon… Jennifer Rubin writes: There is no honor among anti-immigrant advocates and liars, I suppose. After dutifully lying on behalf of the president regarding his abhorrent language (“****hole countries”), Sens. Tom Cotton (R-Ark.) and David Perdue (R-Ga.) were outed by

Bobby Christine Confirmed as U.S. Attorney

Bobby Christine is the new U.S attorney for the Southern District of Georgia after being confirmed unanimously by the Senate Wednesday evening. Christine was serving as the Magistrate of Columbia County before being nominated to this position. Before that, he was a prosecutor in the Augusta District Attorney’s office. In 2012, Christine was appointed as

The New Gilded Age?

One of my favorite offbeat stories to come out of the Beltway in the past month involved George W. Bush’s former assistant secretary of commerce, Bruce Mehlman, declaring this period the New Gilded Age. Mehlman produces quarterly reports for his clients at Mehlman Castagnetti Rosen & Thomas on the current climate, and this quarter, he

When Your Political Boss is a Bully

On February 9, 2008, I was a day away from turning 29 years-old. I found myself having driven just over three hours south on that Saturday to Norfolk, Virginia, and sitting on a bench in Town Point Park, staring blankly for hours into the Elizabeth River. My grandfather had been stationed in Norfolk during his