I have a strange affection for Mike Pence. He is beyond false, but his falseness is so apparent that I immediately discount it and move on.
Original intent sounds great until you actually try it.
Our president, who is afraid of the democratic process, and who has been trying to undermine it however he can, told the citizens of North Carolina to vote twice, once by mail and once in person, ostensibly to check and see if North Carolina’s protections against that practice are effective.
People have been predicting the end of political conventions for decades now. We haven’t had a contested one in quite a while.
(And by the way, we are not allowed to criticize (Kamala Harris) for being “ambitious,” because that is against feminism. Not sure if we are allowed to distrust her for being a self-involved empty suit who has never advanced any cause other than her own — but probably not.)
It’s hard to feel optimistic right now. I never imagined I would see federal troops in Portland, Oregon, shooting tear gas at its mayor.
If you want to see a real baseball game, you need to drive to Possum Hollow on a weekend morning and watch my kid play Little League.
I grew up in Manchester, which for many decades could be loosely yet accurately described as a small (but gritty!) city in which Protestant professionals paid Irish cops to keep tabs on French-Canadian mill workers.
We have been through so much lately. Time to check in with our friend Chloe Schlagobers, political correspondent for the New York [Bleep].
I miss the Republican Party. It’s still out there, of course. But it no longer has anything to say.