Donald Trump’s foreign policy speech this week astonished some of his snarky critics who were surprised that he had a foreign policy, beyond building a wall on the Rio Grande and sending the bill for it to Mexico. What they got was what he has been saying for months, in coherent language more easily committed to the teleprompter that presidents and prime ministers rely on.
Picking the running mates for the nominees is great fun, and it’s harmless because it doesn’t settle anything. Only a nominee gets to vote, and only the nominee knows.
Donald Trump declared victory in the wake of his impressive five-state sweep through the “Acela Primary” (aka, the “I-95 primary)” so called because the primaries were in the states along the route of both the highway and Amtrak’s signature fast train. The Donald’s declaration might not reflect mathematical accuracy, and his nomination might not yet be inevitable, but it was the right campaign politics.
Expanding waistlines are the price Americans pay for the horn of plenty. The nanny lurking in the shadow of big government reckoned that she can help the greedy shed the extra pounds by ordering restaurants to offer menus that clearly label nutritional content. Experience shows it probably won’t work, and coaxing diners to order smaller portions might.
Angela Merkel, Germany’s long-serving chancellor, speaks carefully with Teutonic precision. In her conversations with President Obama on his visit to Britain and Europe she spoke with a certain plaintive tone, seeking reassurance that America hasn’t really withdrawn from the leadership on which Europe has relied for 75 years.