The Richard Rodgers Theatre is not The Cotton Club; its performers should not be similarly cowed. As Garrison Keillor sung in his definitive song about Newt Gingrich: “Artists always have the final say.”
Most election seasons end with a call for unity, but this isn’t the time for unity. This is when the Resistance begins. That term came to me in the shower, then appeared in my Inbox from two other friends. We need to reinvigorate and support a free press. We need to get religion out of politics, for good this time. We need to embrace diversity, and help those who need helping. We need to make sure there’s enough for everyone.
Frodo Baggins was a ruby Cavalier King Charles Spaniel with a bad eye, a bum shoulder and a heart so big it finally broke. He lived March 15, 2009 until October 22, 2016.
Since we’ve been married, you’re a wonderful mother to our girl and two dogs, and our political and spiritual views have evolved together – something that doesn’t always happen. I respect you and I have no doubt about the respect others have for you – something I didn’t know would become important to me, way back in 1997.
Here’s a thought experiment: How much different would the 2016 U.S. presidential election be without social media? If the campaigns happened in 1980, or better yet, 1880?
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These factors will ensure Trump’s victory: his popularity, divided progressives, a defanged Voting Rights Act, and the backing of a Republican party that took control of significant parts of the political machine while nobody was paying attention.
The Republican party has drafted its masterpiece, summarized “If only things could be the way they were in the 50’s again.”
Last night, Stephen Colbert put Jon Stewart behind his Late Show desk for ten glorious minutes…Stewart’s well crafted, very funny sketch was a balm. It was performance art, more than anything else – at once elegant and raw, expressing something we needed.
I don’t own a gun. I’ve never fired a gun. I considered volunteering for the armed services, but a friend pointed out that I’d probably have to fire a gun, and that was the end of that.