The Folly of Social Media
The issue with activism, particularly of the super woke variety, is that many people excrete manufactured outrage and peddle fiction — even if unknowingly, or with good intentions. Those who shout the loudest get the most attention. Followers yell from the rooftops, cogs in an…
Tomorrow — the day after the election — will be an immensely important day in history.
Democracy isn’t self-executing. It works, only if people make it work. To some extent it’s an honor system. It relies on those in power to implement it. …
My two-cents on Trump and the political discourse in the United States
When Donald Trump campaigned in 2016, he said: What do we have to lose? Well, it turns out, quite a lot.
Trump promised winning — but I’m not able to discern a lot of it. He’s relentless in…
Weiss’ states her coworkers wanted her rooted out of the New York Times if is to be a truly “inclusive” environment — which, of course, is illogical: to cast aside views other than your own — and to discredit those espousing them — in order to make way for tolerance…
Mr. Trump’s iron-fisted instinct is one of a cascade of behaviors that bode poorly for American democracy. It is not alarmist to say, if Mr. Trump is reelected, we may see such a perversion of democratic processes and apparatuses as to mirror more the authoritarian regimes of Turkey and Russia…
Neither Party has a Monopoly on Good Ideas.
But crises have a way of laying bare truths that, prior, were clouded from public view.
The divergent paths of the United States and South Korea — where the US has been far less successful in mitigating the virus — lays bare…
I have pondered, in isolation, for many long minutes on many long days, what is gone and what remains, what we have lost and what we’ve gained.
The scope and nature of isolation, of course, is subjective.
I strolled, under the April sun, alone with my phone, and stumbled upon…
This may not be the end of days, but the mood is grim.
New Year’s Eve is a perennial disappointment. So much planning, anticipation, jumbled recitals of sentimental songs, awkward kisses. And then, when the party is over, nothing changes. There is a brief but fleeting sense of renewal that…
