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Those “who must be obeyed”

Ms. Nancy and Her Nonsense

By Harry M. Covert

The comedy hour, subtly speaking of course, continues. Chatter from within The House can now be described as lugubrious and Machiavellian. (Perfectly good sesquipedalian — long words). Details follow with some enlightenment.

Speaker Nancy Pelosi is giving 79-year-olds a bad name. Yes, she may be first among equals, literally or figuratively among her larder, but she doesn’t know squat about who can arrest whom in legal structure.

For example, in the quest to now demean Attorney General William Barr, she got a laugh this week suggesting, quite subtly again, possibilities of Congress arresting current administration officers who don’t obey them.… Read More

Quiet Time is Good

Return to Sunday Blue Laws?

By Harry M. Covert

There was a time in days of yore when Sundays were observed as days of rest by most states. Lots of us old fogeys can recall them with various degrees of happiness.

My version of the Blue Laws led to some delightful quiet time on Sunday past. For the first time in years, personal video abilities were silenced for the entire day. What a joy.

Didn’t listen to a single teevee prevaricator(s) spinning uncontrolled repetitious stuff. I didn’t miss a thing. Assuredly to all, my loyalty to the public prints remained intact.… Read More

Make America Moral Again? MAMA

Has Uncle Joe Seen the Light?


Yes, the proof is in the pudding. The ongoing feeding frenzy out of the nation’s capital is rather simple. The old boys, along with the girls, just hate the president because he accurately proved they are the swamp.

The losers, as I always describe them, have been proved as do-nothings, swampers and swampettes. Angry only because they were rejected.

Now before excoriating the minority members in the Senate or making fun of the current majority in the House, I had a dream.

Don’t get overly excited. I have great respect for the late Rev.… Read More

Safety for Sanctuaries

Eyes on the Road, Hands on the Wheel


Driving through some Maryland backroads the other afternoon, I couldn’t help but notice many churches and synagogues. The faithful old Map Quest directed me through the lush communities instead of the speedier interstate.

Naturally the car radio was zipping up and down the dial. The iPhone would permit only voice directions, thus no incoming telephone calls or electronic mail beeps. Certainly a relief.

Moving along Route 26 and then various others, particularly Route 40, I thought incredible. Lots of spiritual citizens must be in control in these parts. I began to worry I was on the wrong road last Saturday.… Read More

‘When the moon comes over the mountain’

Kate Smith and Real Breaking News


At the ripe old youthful age of 10, I hurriedly walked eight blocks from Walter Reed Elementary School to my home on 33rd Street in Newport News, Virginia. My fourth grade classmates were so sweet and polite our beautiful teacher Mrs. Burton was always smiling in excusing us moments before the bell rang. We always walked rain, snow, in sunshine.

I was in a hurry to get home. My mother had bought a 14-inch Westinghouse television set, black and white, first in our neighborhood. At 4 o’clock, I was determined to be ready for that wonderful theme song, “When the moon comes over the mountain,” blared on the snowy screen.… Read More

Is the Inquisition Over?

Reaching the ‘Barr’ of Justice


Looking for some grins and giggles on this day as the swampers and swampettes breathlessly await the “Mueller Musings,” I picked up a fountain pen to scribble. I knew the ambrosia, the food of the gods, might not appear. I can hope.

“Oh ye of little faith,” the words appeared. To be honest, and why would this space be otherwise, I turned to the happy days of Tony Soprano for solace on how he deals with rats.

Seriously, folks, in unleashed anticipation of today’s redactions, predictable distortions, spins and general dismay throughout the nasty airwaves, remember it is Holy Week.… Read More

Moonbats will have their Day

Feather Metchants, The Fantods, Libtards

By Harry M. Covert

There is some good news escaping from the mess of feather merchants holding forth within the Halls of Congress. Let me explain, trying to avoid any name-calling.

My mama constantly warned me to shun “vain and profane babbling.” Obviously, I didn’t listen too well.

I better confess. In this writing and opinion game, it’s more fun calling those on the “wrong side” of truth, justice and the American way, moon bats.

Individually they can be described goofy, insurrectionists or mutineers. I’ll do that later. What genteelly of times past was called the loyal opposition, it’s nothing of the sort these days.… Read More

Earning Honor, Respect

Cub Reporters, Long- Lost Relatives, and American Legion Values

By Ladson F. Mills III

‘We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.’— C. S. Lewis

Former reporter turned College of Charleston adjunct Communications Professor, Laurie Lattimore-Volkmann, recently derided President Donald Trump for his low opinion of reporters. In a Charleston, South Carolina “Post and Courier” editorial; “The President, not the press, is the enemy of the people” Lattimore-Volkmann’s argument appears less reasoned discourse than political partisanship.

To accept her conclusion that, ‘even a partially conflicted American public unable or unwilling to trust investigative news reports over its fact-deficient president Trump is eroding our democracy,’ would require overlooking inconvenient facts.

In May 2016 Obama administration official Ben Rhodes, well known for his close personal and philosophical ties to President Obama, revealed in a “New York Times” Magazine interview the Obama administration’s low opinion of the press:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

The average reporter we talk to is 27 years old, and their only reporting experience consists of being around political campaigns They literally know nothing…

President Trump’s view while bombastic is a less severe indictment. An adage that, “it… Read More

Another Look at the DMZ


Russell Delauter Honored for Korean Service 

By Harry M. Covert


Of late eyes of the world have been intense on both the North and South Koreas.

None though moreso that Russell Delauter, the Thurmont and Frederick County icon who recently celebrated his 89th birthday.

He was a 20-year-old soldier sent to South Korea in 1950 as the bitter war dragged on until 1953.Russ was raised mostly in Myersville/Ellerton, Frederick County. He and his cousin Francis Delauter joined together, not drafted.  

Delauter survived the battles of the Chosin Reservoir.

In November the businessman and civic leader was honored for his distinctive military service.… Read More

New Fad, Pocket Picking?

Reparations for Kisses? No!

By Harry M. Covert

With all due respect, I had a dream. Since I met The Man, MLKjr once, he won’t mind. I want to report from what might appear as a realistic fantasy.

To me, the midnight reverie was a joy. Why can’t I cash in on how I was supposedly offended by advances from the beautiful girls I have known.

Of late another ego driven Trump worker says she rebuffed an advance from the sitting president. Please be serious. It’s nothing more than a money grab. That’s the latest scam from supposed offendees.

My midnight dream occurred at the White House.… Read More