Time for Obama and Putin to get on the same page and close the book on ISIS

President Barack Obama met with Russian President Vladimir Putin Monday in Paris about Syria and fighting Islamic terrorists.

Reportedly nothing substantial came out of their talks.

Which figures.

Now is not the time to cluck like dowagers.

Now is the time for the United States to get in bed with the Russians and have the two countries assemble a broad coalition of powers to battle Islamic State extremists.

After all, the two seemingly have exhausted all the platonic possibilities.

Sadly, mounting joint military efforts against ISIS continues to be stymied because Obama wants Bashar al-Assad neutered in Syria while Putin insists on propping him up with Viagra-like support.

Obama also wants Putin to focus military action solely on ISIS rather than the moderate opposition.

Strategic differences on Syria and rival bombing campaigns are preventing the two from rallying resources in World War ISIS.

A damn shame. And a fatal shame for future victims of terrorism.

Turkey Day: The Lions carve up the Eagles

Forgive the play on words concerning Thanksgiving. That is what writers do.

The Eagles are now Turkeys.

They now have given up 45 points in consecutive games, mustering up only 17 themselves against the Bucs and 14 against the Lions on Thanksgiving.

Opposing quarterbacks have thrown five touchdowns and no interceptions in back-to-back games and Tom Brady is next.

Granted, the Eagles have injuries. So do many other NFL teams.

Whatever, they can’t block, they can’t tackle, they can’t cover, they can’t score.

Chip Kelly claims every player is giving 100 percent. If so, why are they playing like mutineers?

It seems they’ve been Chipwrecked.

Thanksgiving is supposed to be a wonderful holiday when the smell of delicious food cooking is sweeter than perfume.

It was a little hard to digest all those goodies after watching the Lions tear out the Birds’ gizzards and eat them raw.

The wheels come off for the Eagles and likely their axles as well

When Chip Kelly came to Philadelphia, the Great Expectations were so monumental they threatened to burst even Charles Dickens’ britches.

Needless to say, the letdown has been so dramatic it’s a wonder we all haven’t gotten the bends.

So much for In Chip We Trust.

The Eagles reached the nadir of the Chip Kelly reign Sunday, getting creamed 45-17 by Tampa Bay at the Linc.

Kelly has been the mirror and lighting rod for a tumultuous era in Philly and things evidently have gone south as quickly as his up-tempo offense.

The Eagles are 4-6 and one wonders if they will ever reach the Promised Land of .500.

They allowed 521 yards to the Bucs. Doug Martin rushed for 235 yards. Jameis Winston threw for five touchdowns.

The Philadelphia defense obviously was a no-show.

Mark Sanchez threw three interceptions in his first start of the season.

Hopefully it was his last start of a lost season.

The choice is simple: Fight terrorism or be terrorized

While much of today’s world is colored in shades of nuance, fighting the terror of radical Islamic extremism is a stark and straightforward situation: Kill or be killed.

ISIS, al Qaida, Hamas, Hezbollah, whatever … these are not conventional enemies of state. Rather, they are chameleons that blend into our communities with the sole intention of annihilating our societal values and beliefs.

They fervently believe that they have the right to execute anyone who differs from their beliefs and they routinely slaughter innocent men, women and children.

These are zealots that embrace martyrdom, who can’t wait to die for their cause. That obviously is a dangerous foe to fight.

Of course, how much resolve and resources do we have to actually make it the fight of our lives? That is the paramount question of our time.

The GOP debate once again is much ado about nothing

For some strange surreal reason that I plan to discuss with my shrink, I once again subjected myself to watching the GOP debate last night.

I must say that nothing that was said went off like a bedspring in my head.

Again, why do we need so many damn debates? They simply are verbal chess matches played with naked brain waves.

Nothing new really happened Tuesday night to change the landscape of the presidential sweepstakes.

Donald Trump and Ben Carson maintained their status quo as frontrunners, which is a sad indictment on the IQ levels of the people being polled.

Marco Rubio and Ted Cruz attracted more buzz, but will it translate into a big sting?

Jeb Bush, who just could cure insomnia if he appeared regularly on television, somehow lived to fight another day.

Chris Christie stood out on the undercard but does it matter?

And all the Republican candidates worship Wall Street. Indeed, I could almost smell the incense seeping from my flat screen.


Eagles start slow, finish fast in OT to bushwhack the Cowboys

Did you feel the Earth wobble on its axis for a hiccup last night?

Strangely, it happened precisely at the same time that Sam Bradford threw the winning 41-yard TD pass to Jordan Matthews as the Eagles beat the Cowboys 33-27 in overtime.

Bradford, Matthews, running back DeMarco Murray and rookie linebacker Jordan Hicks all had their stud moments for the Birds in Jerry’s World.

Speaking of Jerry, Jones found the denouement to be such a letdown that he got a good dose of the bends.

I guess Bradford and Murray couldn’t be stiffs for the entire season. That would have toyed with the law of averages or gravity or whatever.

So the Eagles are 4-4, a half-game behind the 5-4 Giants in the NFC East. It seems as if the Birds aren’t dead and buried yet.

A word of caution there, Iggles fans. The had better start scoring every now and then in the first quarter. The Eagles went scoreless in the first quarter for the sixth time this season. They have scored just 10 first-quarter points through eight games. They had a rare six-and-out possession early on last night.

Chip Kelly has hired Sherlock Holmes and the Navy Seals to discover why the Birds’ O is such a zero in the first quarter.


With so much flotsam adrift in the voyage to the presidency, we must comb the roiling seas to find a real Captain America

So is there nobody out there who would make a good president?

The United States has a large population. And all we get to choose from is Donald Trump, Ben Carson, Hillary Clinton, Bernie Sanders, Marco Rubio and the remainder of the gaggle chirping to be president?

Say it’s not so, Mr. and Mrs. America.

It’s like going out to eat and there’s nothing appealing on the menu.

Is our gene pool this freaking shallow?

I don’t care whether it’s a Democrat or a Republican or an independent, there has to be a Chosen One out there somewhere in our vast land with the marvelous skill set, expertise, intelligence and eloquence to be our next Great Shepherd and deliver us all from evil.

It’s time for a Prodigy of Enlightenment to step from the shadows of obscurity and lead us to the Promised Land.

Perhaps if we all turn our sofas over, the Anointed One will fall out amidst the loose change and pretzel crumbs.

A ghoulish denouement for Temple on Halloween

My wife and are Temple grads and we, like our brethren of alumni, have witnessed a Temple program stumble mummy-like in the World of The Walking Dead for decades.

Which why the Owls’ resurrection from the crypt this season has been such a Magical Mystery Tour of Wonder.

All of which brought us to Halloween night at the Linc with Temple hosting Notre Dame, the most iconic college football program in all the land as well as the Vatican.

At least the Fighting Irish didn’t bring along Touchdown Jesus but I wish they would have left Touchdown DeShone back home in South Bend as well.

The two programs had inhabited different dimensions forever and a day. Until Saturday night, when the unbeaten Owls and the Irish no longer took snaps in parallel universes. They finally occupied the same universe of being ranked in the Top 25.

That witch’s brew of redemption and passion concocted a bubbling cauldron of a game. Only time would tell whether the Owls would find that cauldron’s contents to be elixir or poison.

Sadly and dare I say even tragically, the answer was poison.

Two defensive miscues, one by a player and one by the coaching staff, doomed Temple to a 24-20 loss in a Thriller exciting enough to unearth Michael Jackson and Vincent Price from their graves.

The aforementioned Touchdown DeShone, known as first-year Notre Dame quarterback DeShone Kizer to national college football audiences, aided and abetted by Temple gaffes, was the difference-maker before a raucous and mostly costumed throng of 69,280 strong.

Kizer scored Notre Dame’s second touchdown on a pulsating 79-yard run on a dive play, where he pulled the ball back at the last second and sped to the outside. He was gone in a whoosh, all because an Owl misread a zone read right and played the dime instead of cornerback, leaving Kizer unmolested.

Then in the game’s waning minutes, Temple needed one more valiant defensive stand. But the coaching staff opted to discard the aggressive man pass coverage that had served the Owls so well and went into a prevent zone defense.

Defensive coaches for some maddening reason resort to prevent defenses when it has been amply demonstrated time and time again that prevent defenses only prevent the defensive team, not the offensive team, from winning.

Predictably and inevitably, Kizer matriculated the Irish down the field before delivering the coup de grace that stabbed every Temple fan in the heart — the game-winning 17-yard scoring pass to Will Fuller with 2:09 left.

It was a rather ghastly climax for a fairytale suddenly turned horror story.