What’s next for Cuccinelli, I wonder? He could revise Langston Hughes’s iconic poem “Let America Be America Again.” All he has to do is edit out a few inconvenient stanzas to make the poem read as a rallying cry for the MAGA crowd.
No one ought to work in substandard conditions just so we can all gorge ourselves on chicken wings while watching football. But the fact is, immigrants have been processing our chicken—and the rest of our food supply—for generations now. We’ve gotten spoiled, fat, and lazy off their labor.
Our leaders should not trust feelings over facts. We should not elect anyone whose greatest strength is an ability to spout convincing nonsense. And being an outsider is not, in and of itself, a virtue. In fact, we know this. We know it because we’ve already elevated a cocksure, lying, anti-science buffoon to the White House. Let’s not make the same mistake twice.
A man who refuses to work with his fellow Americans against hostile foreign interference has no business serving as a U.S. Senator. Maybe at some point McConnell ran for office with good intentions and a desire to represent the people of Kentucky, but those good intentions have paved a road to hell and McConnell is the king of that road.
It’s sort of like a person on a diet who knows the only way he’ll be able to resist the temptation of ice cream is to avoid bringing ice cream into his home. But women are not ice cream. We’re not optional or frivolous or bad for your health. Women are like water. You actually need us to survive.
When men refuse to hire or work with women strictly because they are women, that’s clear discrimination. It’s the sort of discrimination that sets women back professionally. And it’s against the law.
No one is ever completely safe. Pregnant women are no exception. And, in fact, pregnancy is a dangerous condition, especially in America. We have the highest maternal mortality rate in the developed world. But, of course, no one really cares if women die; they only care if women miscarry.
She’s not the victim most people want to see, which I think makes her all the more credible. A liar would work harder to meet our expectations of what she should say and how she should say it. E. Jean Carroll can’t be bothered to put on the designer cloak of victimhood. She’s telling her story in her way. You can like it or not.
The thing is, if your strength is the depth of your experience, you should make fewer mistakes than the new kids on the block. Joe has always been prone to gaffes. The only thing he’s proving on the campaign trail right now is that he’s a man who cannot evolve.
He’s the Bart Simpson of the first family. “I didn’t do it!” is his knee-jerk way of confessing.