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Unfortunately, it’s not that easy nowadays to tell the difference between the coverage of Trump at Breitbart, and the coverage of Trump at the New York Times or the alphabet networks. Hillary’s coverage has gone from 82% negative for the 15 months ending in May 2016, to virtually 100% negative (and generally deeply

Oh gosh, if she was conservative everyone would be picking on her.

For most of human history, women weren’t forced to abandon their jobs and raise children alone in an isolated setting while men went off to work in another, remote setting.

This goes back to “love it or leave it,” the McCarthy-era attack on anyone who dared to criticize the USA for those little things like (among other things) lynchings, poll taxes, loyalty oaths, Red scares, or clandestine US-sponsored assassinations of other people’s heads of state.

Back in the 1930s, my grandmother made my aunt give up her own dream of higher education and go to work to help put my father through college.

“I’m not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”—Woody Allen.

If past is indeed prologue, my vote would have to be for “some FBI agents just being dicks.”

Nope: we haven’t returned to that phase, not quite yet.

This is just sad. I love Hillary. I forgive her. I will vote for her, unless Bernie is the nominee, in which case I will vote for him (obviously, I’m voting for the Democrat for every office on the ballot this fall, and I utterly refuse to indulge the bogus sectarian war between Hillaryites and Bernieites).

We thought the Republicans were scraping the bottom of the barrel when they burped out Sarah Palin. Then they hit us with Trump.

Old Handsome Joe. He’s definitely got that “old guy who can still do it without pharmaceutical intervention” vibe.

As an American woman who has married twice and taken my husband’s surname each time, I can assure you that these laws make registering to vote not just inordinately and insanely difficult for significant subsets of the populace, but expensive as well.

The late, incredibly unlamented Andrew Breitbart was very big on this concept. It’s basically about getting to smoke a lot of weed while you worship Ronald Reagan, i.e., deeply sick and stupid.

The Republicans have gone over the cliff for the rich men who own them, and we’re in for a long, ghastly year of GOP electoral theatre, from this anti-choice madness to the hijinks of the Bundy set trying to “liberate” taxpayers’ land for the benefit of the mining and ranching interests out west, to the various

Goodness gracious mercy Maud, women in pants! We’d better round up the chickens and hide in the cellar till the storm passes! Whatever will they think of next?

Too many people seem to elide Avery’s obvious deficiencies as a human being into an argument that “therefore” he deserves whatever happened to him at the hands of the justice system.

Yeah, Elmo is a chipper little narcissist. But even with Elmo and even on its worst day, this show was less grindingly annoying than Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood with its creepily anthropomorphic puppets and its ghastly poststructuralist insights delivered with a smile, sotto voce (“you’re afraid when the toilet flushes,

It appears that cafe society, like cafe au lait, develops a cold withery skin on top when it sits too long. These people are the epitome of what Christopher Hitchens once called the “international white trash jet set,” so creepy and insular and clueless they’re practically hypnotic.

If anyone’s been paying attention over the last few years, Trump isn’t exactly breaking new ground here: he’s merely playing the Fox Card.

I dimly remember a perfectly lovely program about cormorant fishing in China. Although cormorant fishing turns out to be cruel, so there’s that. But it was a whole lot better than the Duggars, who also turn out to be cruel.