When my father proposed to my mother, he did so on one knee. The Knighthood ceremony requires the candidate to take one knee before the Queen. When we bend down to speak to a small child, we often do so on one knee. I don’t know why Donald Trump hates one knee so much, but for the simple fact it challenges him— everything he is and ever wanted to become.
The last week has held America’s emotions hostage. Outrage. Shock. Awe. The more we learn about the Niger incident are the more questions we have. Like a hydra, we chop off one bureaucratic head, only for two more to grow in its place. We look for leadership, moral or otherwise, and it’s not to be found. Trump obfuscates his responsibility as Americans and the families of four fallen soldiers are left to piece together the remains of the in Niger incident.
October 16, 2017 Press Conference
During President Trump’s Rose Garden press conference, he refused to answer the question about Niger and instead segued to whether or not past presidents contacted the family members of fallen Continue reading “The Ugly “Truth” behind Niger, Chad, and Donald J. Trump”
“Crash bang smash ‘em up, put ‘em back again.
Smash bang crack ‘em up, its crash up time my friend!”
There is a game from my childhood called Smash-Up Derby. It was the only gift Santa did not bring me…until now. The game’s concept was simple—two toy cars get smashed together again and again. You could send them rocketing into walls, tables, and chairs—as their doors and engine hoods blew off on impact, only for you to snap them back together for the next round. The commercial’s jingle — “Bang, crash, smash ‘em up!… Smash-Up Derby is fun!” is the same song echoing through the White House as Donald Trump continues to bang, crash, smash ‘em up with everyone from world leaders to his own Secretary of State. It’s “crash up derby time” for Trump. Continue reading “Opinion | Demolition Man: the Smash-Up Derby of Trump’s presidency”
It’s moving too fast. Things are getting lost, shuffled to the bottom of the deck. The media has adopted a “hit and run” approach to events and people like Heather Heyer have become the victim, both figuratively and literally. In August, a white supremacist drove his car through a crowd protesting against hate. Sadly, Heather Heyer, only 32 years old became the victim of the very thing she opposed.
So often the big things, the life-changing moments become buried in the covfefe of a president who thrives on obfuscation and celebrity. These are drugs to him, on the level of opioids, the coverage of which has also been lost to obscurity, but one tragedy at a time. Continue reading “Opinion | Where is Heather Heyer?”
My friend Karl blew things up. His most famous explosion was the baby carriage in the park. The off-camera screams still ring in my ears. Film school is a special kind of place. Karl had a daily mantra—the bigger the explosion, the louder the applause. Karl did not become president of the United States, Donald Trump did, and with very little difference between the two of them. Continue reading “Opinion | War, Distraction, and a Dying Administration”
The incident captured by a cell phone on Saturday afternoon showed a car careening through the crowd of anti-protesters in Charlottesville, Virginia. Mr. Trump might as well have been behind the wheel sporting the license plate “WINNING”. The American people are not yet tired of winning, as prognosticated by Mr. Trump, rather they are tired of losing at every single turn and it’s beginning to show in the country and the president. The cracks are obvious. In my mind I see Trump’s small hands wrapped around the base of the Statue of Liberty, not sure if he is protecting it or stealing it. Flip a coin. Continue reading “Opinion | Trump’s Populist Agenda Alive and Well in Charlottesville”
I promised myself sleep, and will pay dearly in the morning for lack of it, but not as dearly as the transgender service members who believed they had been accepted into the United States’ military ranks. Earlier in the week Trump’s latest twitter barrage changed that reality. Abandoning his usual targets of blame, Democrats, Clinton, the media, Trump instead chose to launch a sneak attack on transgender service members. A guerilla war waged without provocation on Americans by the nation’s own commander-in-chief. It was a cowardly declaration. Continue reading “Opinion |Trump’s Transgender Military Ban Wouldn’t Last a New York Minute in Toronto (Or Any Other Place in Canada)”