Republicans could have single-handedly emancipated this nation from a ten-year Constitutional crisis, but they chose to bend the knee, kiss the ring, and give a middle finger to our forbears and to the entire planet.
World War II should have been the death knell for fascism, but as we now know, fascism never dies. It just hibernates until the right sort comes along and reanimates it; an apostle of mass-manipulation, of lies, an exploiter of racism.
Hegseth labors under the delusion that the Department of Defense is purely some sort of killing machine. We don't need to waste our time anymore trying to convince him otherwise.
There’s just no way the future historians are going to believe any of this happened. After witnessing it and writing about it for ten years myself, it’s all just too surreal.
In 1943, Rockwell's paintings weren’t just popular art but an articulation of what many Americans were searching to put into words. What were we fighting for? What are the things that are most precious to us?
Trump needs to be removed from office. The fastest way to do it is impeach him. What if Ping Pong balls turn out to be the way to motivate Congressional Republicans to do it?
Every tiny concession paves the way for the next, and each capitulation preps the ground. With each passing moment, shame subsides, guilt slowly evaporates, and the abhorrent begins to feel normal.