We’re in trouble when our enemies have more substance than our loves

Dear President Trump, OMG has time gotten wonky. I thought I had opened the tab holding W. B. Yeats’s poem “The Stare’s Nest By My Window” days and days ago, but it was just yesterday morning that it was the featured ‘poem-a-day’ poem (an interesting choice for Mother’s Day). It was a very long, very … Continue reading We’re in trouble when our enemies have more substance than our loves

Mayday, mayday!

Dear President Trump, Happy May Day. Happy International Workers’ Day. Happy (I guess….. not) First Day of the Fourth Month of Life As We Knew It No Longer Existing. And here we are. The stooped woman wearing the same brown corduroy pants and turquoise coat she wears every day is walking her (very) elderly chocolate … Continue reading Mayday, mayday!

A mixed bag

Dear President Trump, This morning Laura wanted to make sure that I wasn’t one of the only people in the world to not see the film of Dr. Brix with thought bubbles added as she sat there and listened to your dangerous idiocy about injecting disinfectants into the human body. The first Twitter video she … Continue reading A mixed bag

Our free fall into tyranny isn’t going to stop by itself

Dear President Trump, Delays be damned, right? Oh, I forgot – your Treasury Department is so nimble that the staff can retool their whole printing process, from home no less, so quickly that they’ll still be able to get checks out to the poorest Americans by early next week, which is only 5-ish days after … Continue reading Our free fall into tyranny isn’t going to stop by itself