Politics in General

We are always teetering on the brink. Always. One bad election, one wave of fear, and we can slip right back into the darkness.

Biden’s resignation, though it might seem like a capitulation, could be framed as a tactical retreat in the face of overwhelming odds.

Fast forward to today, and Bush, that once-cocky defender of the so-called “War on Terror,” now finds himself in the curious position of not endorsing any presidential candidate.

As I listened to her speak, I couldn’t help but think about the sheer improbability of it all. Here was a woman who, by the standards of the not-so-distant past, wasn’t supposed to be there.

Once I cheered him, savored his slick charm and deft maneuverings but he’s emerged as something more sinister — an opportunistic predator, wrapped in a veneer of charisma, who thrived on a cocktail of power and privilege.

What’s left of the Republican Party is a hollow shell, a grotesque mockery of what it once stood for.