Charles Dickens wrote this about the French Revolution: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair ... “
Shortly after the arrest of the DNA-linked domestic bomber - turns out, big shock, that he’s a “Make America Great Again” fan who took Trump’s incendiary words as permission to terrorize - an amazing moment transpired at the White House.
Let’s begin with a biographical sketch, a very 21st-century American dream.
The lies rain down on us so relentlessly that we’re often benumbed.
The pollsters at Pew recently reported that 68 percent of Americans are suffering from news exhaustion, and that jibes with what I witness on an anecdotal basis.
Feel free to tell yourself that Donald Trump chose Brett Kavanaugh for the Supreme Court because the guy went to Yale (Trump reportedly loves Ivy League creds), or because the guy has been thoroughly vetted by the Heritage Foundation and the Federalist Society (the right-wing groups that have long been funneling conservative judges to the bench).
My advice to Democrats - which I’ve offered for free since the dawn of this century - is that they pound this mantra into their thick skulls: “It’s the Supreme Court, stupid.”
It may seem crass to discuss the potential political impact of Trump’s family separation policy — especially when we can hear the kids wailing for their parents — but we do need to ask:
Well, the so-called peace summit with North Korea has come and gone.
Election day is nearly six months away, and conventional wisdom decrees that Democrats will surf a blue wave and seize the House of Representatives.
The U.S. Constitution has been reduced to a scrap of parchment, rendered irrelevant by the profiteer-in-chief.
Need a break from Trump? Come with me to Missouri.
Whenever I ponder the despicable impotence of the congressional Republicans - especially now, as we lurch toward a national crisis long in the making - I am reminded of a famous poem by T. S. Eliot: We are the hollow men
I hold this truth to be self-evident: If the dead Austin bomber had turned out to be a Muslim, Trump would be interrupting his current presidential duties to rail anew about the urgent need to thwart dangerous foreigners with walls and travel bans.
It’s surely the dream of every red-blooded American kid to grow up and be sued by a porn star.
Nobody is more stunned about the stratospheric sales of “Fire and Fury” than the guy who wrote it.
It’s admirable, in a way, that so many left-leaners are calling for Al Franken to quit the Senate.
Donald Trump has dumped all his macho stump rhetoric about China and morphed into a wimp.
Bravo to the Republican senator who stood tall in the chamber and assailed a Republican demagogue for his disgraceful reliance on “the Four Horsemen of Calumny — Fear, Ignorance, Bigotry and Smear.”