The personal is political. Well, yeah, I admit it: it was a good phrase years ago, challenging the notion that feminism was just "personal stuff." It's a good phrase still, with ever widening applications. So this blog post is personal—in the most political sense.
Donald Trump's cesspool of lies, financial crimes, and likely treasonous acts against the United States are finally being investigated, so now he's whining that he's the victim of a "witch hunt." Well, I know a bit about witch hunts.
Plans change. I'm tempted to write about Jared Kushner. I'm tempted to write about Trump's mortifying adventures abroad. Even before either of those stories broke, I'd intended to focus this week's post on the alternative to impeachment.
Vive La France!!!! Bless their garlicky, buttery, champagne bubbly hearts. Now the French have even more reason to be insufferably arrogant: They stopped the surge of supremacist nativism. The two Anglo countries? Nope.