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Watching "My Best Friend’s Wedding" now felt akin to culture shock. "I was alive then!" insists my brain. But… was I? Have I somehow wiped certain aspects of my beloved 90s from the ol’ memory? Because, I gotta tell you, I do not remember all this mess
I suppose it seems that “my best life” is one where I have time and financial dollars to foster sick baby goats back to health, while also homeschooling all my kiddos, with ample hours left for one-on-one muscle toning and stretching sessions, and perhaps a quilting circle with close friends too…
When my best friend, who doesn’t have any kids herself, came to visit, not only did she watch Octonauts with the little ones, she later admitted to wanting to watch the show on her own. Yeah. It’s that good.
Reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder is actually a thing, and so here are just a few ways we’re striving for something approaching enjoyment during the hot, humid, bug-y months of late June, July, and August.
Ossoff’s accomplishments make for an impressive resume, but did he make sense as a winning candidate in this election, which was — like all politics — local? Besides this refusal to engage with reality in choosing candidates, a major and oft-ignored problem for Democrats is their message. Mainly: what is it?
Trump can't barge onto the Senate floor and order everyone out. He can't shove aside or slap James Comey around. This is a venue in which Trump has no power except to watch and tweet, which could defs yield a feast of daytime drama, but is useless against stopping the tale of his (possible) interference in the FBI investigation from going on the permanent public record.
The point of the "covfefe" explosion is that if the media doesn’t stop flying off the wall every time Trump does or says something ludicrous, then we’ll just keep sucking the oxygen out of the stories that matter.
The topic of Trump came up, and Rafael was immediately and vocally enthusiastic. But when he asked me why I didn’t like Trump, the collective weight of all the reasons crushed my brain, and I murmured, “Where to start?” He didn't wait for me to organize my anti-Trump arguments.
There are some questions Trump supporters need to ask themselves now, or forever discard their claim on autonomous free thinking: is there a line, where is the line, and what will you do if he finally crosses it?
What would behoove Dems is to stop casting about for a reason Clinton lost, and look at the candidate. She lost to the least liked candidate in modern American history. Russia and James Comey alone can't explain that outcome.