Will Durst

3:43pm

Mon August 13, 2012
Politics

Will Durst: The Barack Obama election year decathlon

Planetary props to the city of London for a monumentally memorable 30th Olympiad. Added kudos for keeping the athletic contests pretty much politics-free, except of course for the monumental ugliness that was the women's semifinal field hockey match between Great Britain and Argentina (a.k.a. The Falklands War II, this time it’s personal!)

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3:47pm

Wed August 8, 2012
Politics

Will Durst: A staggeringly stumbling trip

Will Durst here, wishing Mitt Romney the heartiest of welcomes home. He's got to be more relieved than a Midwestern corn farmer in the middle of a thunderstorm to be back on American soil. The GOP nominee embarked on a goodwill trip designed to raise his foreign policy bonafides, but the six-day charm offensive proved to be a bit light on the charm and rather heavy on the offensive. 

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11:07am

Sun July 29, 2012
Politics

Will Durst: Romney, presumptive tax dodger

Who knows why Mitt Romney doesn’t release his old tax records. Obviously he's hiding something. But what?

So desperate to avoid the question, he ran away to the Olympics. Why? Because that’s where the cameras are pointed. And apparently he’s determined to get in front of them and not answer any questions about his taxes, which makes a person wonder even more what could possibly be buried under there. Is it too complicated for we mere mortals to understand. Or something nefarious?

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10:42pm

Mon July 16, 2012
Politics

Will Durst: The Care Less Party

All of America should drop to its knees and thank the GOP for providing America with our replacement fireworks. Cities all over the country this year were forced to cancel Fourth of July festivities due to lack of money, fear of fire, and incompetent computers.

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1:38pm

Fri June 1, 2012
Politics

Will Durst: The Potemkin candidate

Permanently capitalizing the “P” in Presumptive Nominee, the Texas primary shoved Mitt Romney right over the delegate precipice. And now with the nomination locked up tighter than a rusted pickle jar 20,000 leagues beneath the sea, the campaign has taken a sudden turn towards the nebulous. Candidates don’t make mistakes in the murky bog of summer. Even when they do, the atmosphere is too hazy to notice.

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