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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.…

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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…

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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…