There Goes the Neighborhood
You can move to Florida, but you can’t outrun the facts.
Donald Trump
This is Not Reality Television, This is Real Life
This whole mess is tragic. It would be tragic even if Sacoolas had done the right thing and stayed in Britain. The tragedy is compounded because she fled. Diplomatic immunity was not created to provide cover for a spouse’s reckless driving.
The Call is Coming From Inside the White House
I’m not surprised that Trump claims his phone call is no big deal. The man lies as easily as he scarfs down fast food “hamberders.” But what is wrong with the rest of the Republican party?
Bad Religion, Good Story
If Charles Dickens were writing a modern day tale about a family of power-hungry evangelicals brought down by their own hypocrisy, greed, and a hint of pool boy sex scandal, you have to figure he’d consider calling them the Falwells. I mean, it’s perfect. Because the Falwells are, well, falling.
Dancing With the Devil
Spicer doesn’t deserve to be rebranded as just another hapless white man who can’t dance. And he’s certainly no “star.”
Bad Poetry and Bad Politics
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.
This Weekend We Witnessed True Bravery in the Face of Tragedy
A few members of the GOP sprinted to find a convenient scapegoat for the deaths of 29 innocent human beings. Video games are the problem, according to House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy and Texas Lt. Gov. Dan Patrick. Those dudes sure are smart. After all, what could be more deadly than shooting fake guns at fake people in a simulated environment?
Spare Me the Psychic Force
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.
She’s Definitely Not His Type
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.
Can We Get a Tarp Over This Mess?
He’s the Bart Simpson of the first family. “I didn’t do it!” is his knee-jerk way of confessing.