Ballroom/Bunker Blues
If not Congress or a federal agency, who’s providing oversight of all this money, and making sure it’s spent properly?
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Tilting at Reality: Don Quixote Trump
To laugh or to weep, that is the question
We're All Expendable
When the rule of law no longer applies, every citizen is vulnerable.
Running on Empty
Expect more of the same from the Trump GOP
Deep Moral Rot
Compared to what we face, Sisyphus had it easy.
Two Weeks From Never
What happened to so much winning?
Seeking The Light at the Edge of the Abyss
"...don't stare too long into an endless black hole; turn your face to the light, as weak as the glimmer may be." Ece Temelkuran, Nation of Strangers
A Twisted Version of America
We should have no illusions about what Trump is doing.
In The Turbulent Narrows
"Familiarize yourselves with the chains of bondage, and you are preparing your own limbs to wear them." Abraham Lincoln, 1858
American Pettiness at the World Cup
I'm pulling for the underdogs.
Don't Be Fooled
Iran Stomped Trump & Hegseth & Bibi
Storybook America
Instead of making America great why don’t we make her decent?
A Smorgasbord of Outrage
A note from the hottest country on earth
Nothing In Return
But what is someone of my bent to do, where do I turn and to whom do I appeal?
Frag No. 89: A Quiet Sunday Afternoon
A Brain Dump written at pace, stream of mind on our situation
Blunt Force Truth
Our situation is more dire than people understand
Off We Go, Holding Our Noses Again
Why Is It Always the Lesser Evil?
Masters of Disaster
We are force-fed fanciful notions of self-made titans with entrepreneurial genius.
Frag No. 88: Interview Questions
For the next Secretary of the Navy, created by Pete Hegseth
Hot and Bothered In the Land of Nod
We’re way past Orwell territory, past Pravda and the National Enquirer, past Father Coughlin and Joe McCarthy, past Jimmy Swaggart, past Jerry Falwell.
Our Comedic Insignificance
As every day passes the last drops of American prestige ebb away.
An Rx for Low Level Dread
For nearly fifty years the dominant message in our society has been that collective action is not only impossible but an affront to individual freedom.