I didn’t watch the Trial of Trump much. I had already watched over 35 hours of Congressional Hearings and I knew the case for impeachment like the back of my hand. The Republican Senate had already shut down any possibility for more documents or witnesses, so nothing new was likely to arise. Read more about Congress Rising
I used to wonder what he thought he would catch the President saying – or doing – and what he thought whatever it was would make possible.
I still wonder about that last part. What exactly did Rosenstein think he could accomplish? What could he have had in mind. Read more about Christie Shoulda Worn a Wire
Taking a moment out to sort through my thoughts on 2020 issues. I’d be interested to hear what yours are. Read more about Policy Papers
“That’s not who we are.” It’s a favorite message of political hope sounded by some of our favorite politicians.
To which I can be heard to mutter, “Except sometimes.”
I’m not the only one. Other folks from my side of the aisle have been popping up all over the place insisting “That” is exactly who we are. Meaning racist, misogynistic, predatory assholes. And have been from the beginning.
To which I can be heard to mutter, “Except sometimes.” Read more about Who Are We?
Can we please get over ourselves about “socialism” and stop calling people “socialists,” unless they are Bernie Sanders who proudly claims the label and good for him. It bespeaks an ideology which has little or nothing to do with our lives in a liberal democracy. Read more about It's Universal Healthcare, Not Socialism
Is there a more perfect metaphor for the present state of our union than infection?
“Toxic” is the word often chosen to describe Trump’s outbursts and rally screeds. Read more about Infection
...if we had confidence after a thorough investigation of the facts that the President clearly did not commit obstruction of justice, we would so state. Based on the facts and the applicable legal standards, we are unable to reach that judgment.
“You’re never going to be normal, are you?”
Those are the very words my father spoke to me as I was heading out to Seattle back in 1985. As I recall, they were in response to his question, “What are you going to do out there?” And my answer, “I don’t know. We’ll just have to see what happens.”
I didn't know "normal" was something to strive for, Dad. I thought but didn't say. Read more about Norm Schnorm