Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

There’s a deadly smog over the capital. A dense, suffocating haze that hangs low over buildings, institutions, and common sense. […]

Politics has always been a curious theatre where loyalty is applauded in speeches but often abandoned in practice. Few episodes

It was the tiniest part of the ship. I stood on the deck, looking at the vastness around me, the

It was the tiniest part of the ship. I stood on the deck, looking at the vastness around me, the

Ask someone today what Christmas cheer is and chances are they will point you to a bar menu, a shopping

There was a time when power announced itself softly. A calm voice. A measured reply. A smile that said, I

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No invite for Rahul at the Putin Banquet last week. The news channels buzzed like bees around a honey pot,