You’re right, and if there is any kind of pendulum swing, any vast correction, it will come about because of the sheer unhinged damage the dark money crowd is hell bent on doing to what had been a moderately functional semi-democracy. Like the song says, “freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose.” The…

The judicial branch has well and truly fallen—in addition to stealing that one Supreme Court seat, old Mitch also stole more than a hundred seats on the federal appellate bench, and the billionaires get to fill them all. 

This.

In the US, you at least have to steal a handful of cigarillos before you’re subject to summary execution in the street.

The burden of these interactions should be on law enforcement, but oh well.

Yes indeed.

Such a good point. It’s the one sort of remotely human characteristic old Leona actually possessed. Donald doesn’t have a dog, a cat, an iguana, a parakeet, a trained cockroach, anyone at all to love the way one loves a creature, almost certainly because he’s as incapable of that form of love as he is of all the…

More like the Queen of Mean. He’s the Leona Helmsley of American politics (she’s the ruthless tycoon who evicted her son’s widow after her son’s unexpected death). What a horrible man.

Until recently, I lived in close proximity to an ultra-Orthodox community, and was endlessly horrified by the brutality and relentlessly ugly attitude toward women woven into the culture of Hasidism. The stories of abuse and contempt that leaked out of the upstate New York community, known as Kyrias Joel, were deeply,…

I LOVE THIS!!!!

The mere threat of embarrassment can be enough. My husband used to warn the children that if they persisted in getting on his last nerve, he would walk through the halls of their school the next chance he had, wearing the lurid yellow rainslicker (with a hood) that hung in the garage, handy for when one of us needed…

I don’t want to hear any vicious, racist, unhinged nonsense—well, at all, ever again, but this is America and the emo-Nazis are having their day under Daddy Trump, so the poison spews on.

1979, in Chicago.

If there were a God, I would seriously be asking her to bless, keep, and protect Eric Schneiderman.

I completely respect your position and your honesty.

I’m a parent. I hope I’d do better than this if one of my kids had died horribly at the hands of sadistic officials in a renegade state, but I cannot be sure I would—I might well go completely insane. Grief on this level is a kind of madness.

Just FYI the boy’s family are avid Trump supporters, and blame President Obama for Otto’s abuse.

My father was a brilliant man, a distinguished scholar, a first rate intellectual but also assertively plain-spoken, unpretentious, with a somewhat bawdy sense of humor. In his field, he was regarded as a pioneer. His students and colleagues held him in awe.

I thought he was saying “gerbils.”

Shouldn’t that have been “Braeking: Julius Ceasar gets SHUTDOWN”?