As the 60’s rock group, Buffalo Springfield once sang, “There’s something happening here…There’s battle lines being drawn.” The devastation at Florida’s Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School is the most recent mass shooting involving an assault-type rifle. The debate over gun control has been fueled by a combination of enraged and engaged students, a town hall meeting gone bad for politicians, and a White House listening session that resulted in crude and dangerous recommendations by President Trump. Add to the mix a CPAC meeting, where the NRA’s executive vice president and CEO Wayne LaPierre, gave a defiant speech warning that a perceived socialist agenda would strip away 2nd Amendment rights.Continue reading “Opinion | Buffalo Springfield, Marjory Stoneman Douglas, and The Hour of the Gun”→
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.
On Monday afternoon the president tweeted, “A great day at the White House!”, the social media equivalent of whistling in the dark. “I’m not afraid” it seemed to say. But the jig is up, Trump is scared. After Friday’s most recent failure to repeal and replace Obamacare, and with Trump’s own Republican member John McCain delivering its death blow, it should have been a quiet weekend, perhaps one of reflection for the president, or for any president.
I knew there were no tapes. Most people knew, but we played along. It was a news byte, tension, suspense, intrigue, all the hallmarks of a good television show or film. Wait! Trump is now president, this isn’t either of those. Then why the charade? What may be good marketing in private industry is unconscionable form for the president of the United States. Continue reading “Planet of the Tapes”→
Covfefe. Yes, I said it, blurting it out for the world to hear as the pot of my homemade spaghetti sauce hit the floor, the cupboards, my shoes and suit, avoiding the kitchen apron I wore. My dinner guest stood at the doorway, her mouth covered, laughing. Yes, the perfect evening was ruined. Covfefe.
But why covfefe? Because as a writer this latest addition to the vernacular has dogged, plagued and riddled my life with an unanswerable question ever since Trump’s notorious midnight tweet of May 31 reading: “Despite the constant negative press covfefe.” Then nothing. That morning, the original tweet deleted, the president followed up: “Who can figure out the true meaning of ‘covfefe’??? Enjoy!” Continue reading “The True Meaning of Covfefe (Figured Out)”→