Ron Cunningham

Sooo last century Every time I vote in Alachua County I wonder about our last-century ballot technology, And then I dutifully take up the proffered magic marker and proceed to mark my candidate pre…

Remember that time Gov. Reubin Askew called a special session of the Florida Legislature because we were killing our children in the dark? Apparently nobody else does either. It was in the winter o…

I dunno. Perhaps I was a tad too critical – a bit too judgmental – in my previous blog, The great ham sandwich caper. In which I ridiculed a toothless Florida grand jury for its inabili…

There’s an old saying that a good prosecutor can persuade a grand jury to indict a ham sandwich. So what to say about a grand jury that can’t even manage to indict a ham sandwich, let alone an actu…

Now that Canada has unleashed a vicious and totally undeserved trade war on its defenseless neighbors to the South, I must finally come in from out of the cold. Never mind the cute animals. Canada …

Recently I reread, after many, many decades, ‘Advise and Consent.’ Alan Drury’s 1959 novel recounts the treachery, deceit and betrayal raging behind the scenes as the U.S. Senate considers the nomi…

Or deep thoughts thunk on an enchanted Canadian lake during my three week hiatus from American madness. Otty Lake. If it wasn’t already here we’d a had to invent it. Every couple or few years we fl…

It’s almost like Canada saw Trump coming long, long before we did. Rideau Lock #35. On my 17-mile cycle from Otty Lake to Newboro I stopped for a break at Rideau Lock #35. I watched as numerous ple…

So there I was lounging, indolently, on the deck of the summer cottage we had rented on the balmy shores of Ontario’s Otty Lake. Minding my own business. When The Donald Called Me To Arms. Canada, …

Nobody could stand forth now in America and say “I am guiltless. I had no part in this. I did not help bring America down from her bright pinnacle.” For that would be to deny that one had lived thr…

Oh The Donald! The Donald! Why am I the one who always has to pull your, um, chestnuts out of the fire? It’s a dirty job, First Donald. I mean, where the hell’s that Miller guy doing? Sigh! OK, jus…

Trump’s nostalgia for the Gilded Age may be our undoing In my younger years, even as a young Watergate-era newspaper guy, I was never a fan of Upton Sinclair. Oh, I learned in journalism school tha…

This week we are all Hungarians. Against all odds Hungary’s long-suffering masses rose up in a fit of righteous democracy to depose a corrupt tyrant who was the darling of both Trump and Putin. Vik…

Is his any way to fight a made-up war? An election is NOT a mutual suicide pact. Or we wouldn’t have the 25th Amendment. Stop this deranged self-promoting American messiah before we all go to live …

We Rons must hang together lest we hang separately Well that’s just great! They did it again. Listen, the Floriduh Legislature will screw up a one-nag derby. They had only one must pass bill. And t…

Going with the dogs I can’t believe this, but once more I must rise in support of Florida’s irascible U.S. Rep. Randy Fine. If forced to choose between dogs or Fine….I too would choose dogs. They a…

As a trained observer of the human condition, there are some things I just gotta off my chest. *** Until just recently I’d never heard of Bad Bunny, and I still haven’t listened to his music. *** O…

Of shoe and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and (no) kings I’m with you there, The Donald Conceal this pal! Well, it took a while, but Trump finally posted something I agree with. Trying to jus…

I was going to post a humorous piece today about my silly feud with Facebook. But it’s clear that today is not a day for frivolity, humor or distraction. It is a day for reckoning. Yest…

When Joe the Georgian gets here, we will dance, dance, dance. Al Stewart: Last Days Of The Century. Oh, for goodness sakes. What’s the flippin’ big deal about Trump putting his name on the Kennedy …