My Journal

Back in the early ’90s, I was chasing California politics the way a hungry dog chases a meat truck—press pass in one pocket, notebook in the other, and always with a half-empty tank of gas and a deadline that didn’t care about traffic on the 5. One particular night in...

Well, hell. Here we go again—dancing on the nuclear tripwire with the grace of a rhinoceros in a tutu. Today, Donald Trump—commander of all that he surveys, including apparently basic naval doctrine—announced with great fanfare that he’s sending two nuclear submarines...

You’re being distracted. Again. Today’s headlines? More Epstein documents and the cancellation of Colbert’s late-night show. That’s your “news.” A dead man’s secrets that will never be fully revealed, and a television host who once poked power before being absorbed by...