
Julie Kelly is a senior contributor to American Greatness and writer from Orland Park, Illinois. She’s also been published in the Wall Street Journal, Chicago Tribune, Forbes, and The Hill.
On the eve of the Climate March, the New York Times ran Stephens’s first column for them, and it sent the climate mob on a virtual stampede with torches ablaze.
Some of President Trump’s women voters grade his first 100 days, talk about our political divide, and consider what Trump should accomplish by the end of the year.
Our soft-spoken, poised ambassador to the United Nations has emerged as the star of the Trump administration, earning new admirers for her performance on the international stage.
All taxpayers have an investment in climate change. We have the right to give an opinion on the subject—even if we don’t adhere to the prevailing orthodoxy.
His comments since Inauguration Day have disintegrated into a pettiness unbefitting a man of Bill Kristol’s intellectual heft and influence.
It’s somewhat ironic that this email was disclosed the same day the anti-Trump universe was spinning into the stratosphere over Michael Flynn’s resignation as President Trump’s national security advisor.
The scientific community and media outlets that claimed Trump will silence scientists are now attacking one of their own for speaking up.
According to The New York Times’ logic, these empowered women left their mark by disappearing into Manhattan for a few hours and forcing their husbands to do the lacrosse team carpool.
The self-proclaimed arbiters of unity are truly bringing people together to counteract their destructive and despicable attacks against anyone who disagrees with them.
The media should have checked this out before reporting it as fact and even going so far as to call Robert F. Kennedy Jr. a ‘vaccine czar’ without any confirmed details.
After the election, there were reports of EPA employees breaking down in tears and Energy Department staffers needing counseling. It’s not because they care about the environment.
Like Donald Trump, the fictional Ricky Bobby’s fans love his shoot-from-the-lip, self-congratulatory style. They swarm him wherever he goes, and he autographs anything from babies to breasts.
It’s one thing to flak for your boss and defend him against his political detractors; it’s another thing to insert yourself into the most contentious presidential election in modern history.
She’s a lawyer, pollster, and business owner. She’s a mom of four, and a self-made woman. Why do feminists ignore her? Oh, that’s right—she’s Republican.
Almost every suburban mom I knew in my relatively diverse suburb planned to vote for Trump. Was I living in some alternative universe? Turns out not.