Pogues — we’ve all experienced them. They’re the bad managers who get in the way of the job getting done. From the feckless supervisor to the CEO, the term pogue is actually scornful military slang, an infantry slur. It means “people other than grunts,” and pogues were best described to me as “those in their air-conditioned offices who make life a living hell for those on the battlefield.”
On Jan. 20, the United States confirmed its first case of the coronavirus. The nation’s political and media elite obsessed over Mitch McConnell’s just-announced resolution governing the impeachment trial of Donald Trump.
We still have shreds of civility left. I love it when people walk up to those in uniform and say, “Thank you for your service.” It is a recognition of their courage and sacrifice. And now we should add gratitude for those in the medical profession.
Countries have experienced economic depressions before, but not usually as a matter of choice.
Donald Trump has taken to declaring himself a “wartime president,” but the commander in chief cannot resist getting in the way of what few competent generals he has at his disposal. No matter how hard he pretends, Commander COVID is unable to rise to the occasion and rise above his flimflam flimsiness.