"How do we get there from here?" Presidential candidates are supposed to be standing at the foot of a mountain called Aspiration, their hands gesturing affirmingly as they express their soaring ideas and respective visions for our country. They passionately implore us, explaining how, if we follow the path on which they are embarking, if… Continue reading Aspiration and the conniving racist albatross
My name is America, and I am in an abusive relationship. My children make demands on me to which I do not have the ability to comply. It’s not in my constitution. No, I have not succumbed to the stresses of age. I am only 242 years old. By the longevity achieved by many of… Continue reading My name is America. Please help me.