Keith Burgess-Jackson, J.D., Ph.D.

We finally have some elegance in the White House.

Bringing hundreds of billions of dollars back to the U.S.A. from the Middle East – which will mean JOBS, JOBS, JOBS!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) May 27, 2017

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The moonbats are not happy. But then, are they ever happy? Have you ever seen a leftist smile or laugh? They are miserable human beings who are determined to spread the misery equally throughout society. I'm starting to think that progressivism is a diagnosable mental disorder.

Here are highlights from Stage 19 of the Giro d'Italia. The image (click to enlarge) is from early in the stage.

U2 is in town for a concert (at Cowboys Stadium, just 10 miles from my house). Apparently, the singer, Bono, went to visit George W. Bush in Crawford. See here.

Out of the Cellar (1984). I love this album.

I hope most readers will disregard Darryl Levings’ guest column on Confederate monuments. (May 21, 15A, “Spare us the Confederate monuments”)

You must consider America warts and all. No nation is perfect, but we must strive for it.

I have read history for a half-century. My first reading of deeper history was William L. Shirer’s “The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich” in seventh grade. I love going to historic sites. The Civil War fascinates me.

You can read “Uncle Tom’s Cabin,” but then you must read about Ulysses S. Grant, Robert E. Lee, George Armstrong Custer, J.E.B. Stuart, John S. Mosby, William T. Sherman and Stonewall Jackson. Individual battles also are compelling, especially Gettysburg.

You should not Talabinize history. In my work as TV journalist, I always thought news should be the beginning of history. This isn’t happening today.

We must understand that a lack of historical knowledge will hurt us in the long run.

David W. Anderson

Olathe

Note from KBJ: Right on, brother. Why can't people accept that the Civil War is over? Are we doomed to keep fighting it in perpetuity?

When I left my house this morning to ride my bike 35.2 miles, the heat index was 92º Fahrenheit. When I returned, three hours later, it was 103º. The wind was brutal (16-17 miles per hour), but I held up well and had fun. I listened to Rush Limbaugh for two hours and then switched to music. I've now pedaled 2,140.7 miles in 2017. My goal is 5,500.

Today is a significant day for me. I began riding a bike in earnest on 26 May 1985, in Tucson, so today marks my 32d year of serious riding. During that time, I've pedaled 90,012.3 miles. That's an average of 7.70 miles per day (counting eight leap days) for 32 years, or 53.90 miles per week. My resting heart rate is in the mid-40s. Do you wonder why? I'm like a shark: if I stop moving, I die.