A Zombie Speaks to a Dying America

I’ve been in an emotional holding pattern since the election, neither experiencing the debilitating sorrow that’s plagued much of the anti-Trump contingent, nor struggling mightily with the implications of his presidency. Suggesting I might be suffering from a bout of anhedonia would imply that a Clinton win would have elicited joy, which is patently false.…

Now That Anyone Can Be President, Some 2020 Picks

There is a silver lining during this phase of post-election Trump ascendancy (PETA): all bets for the job are officially off. We no longer have to pretend that the American political machine is anything more than a high school popularity contest on steroids fronting for every –ism in the book and Big Banks. Donald Trump…

If undecided voters would just ask for help we could all sleep tonight

Sitting in the Minneapolis airport waiting to fly home today, I overheard a political conversation. Well, I did not so much overhear it as it was an experience I was subjected to: the participants are loudly extolling the virtues of their respective candidates from thirty feet away. It’s actually fairly terrifying in its rudeness. We’re all pretty aware that there’s a…