Christmas seems to be a time for folks to get nostalgic. So I think I’ll try that out, and see if it can take some of the edge off my Scrooginess.
Jill Stein’s Midwest rustbelt recount was dead on arrival. Who would’ve guessed?
One of the problems with growing up is that you don’t get the cool stuff anymore. That’s a small part of why I’m a Scrooge.
After a long, belligerent presidential election, the vast majority of Americans, though likely disoriented by a Donald Trump victory, are ready to put this whole thing to bed. In two weeks, electors will meet in their respective statehouses and cast votes that will officially make him the next president of the United States.
The Christmas tree is up at our house, in case anyone’s interested.
This week, we celebrated Thanksgiving, a cherished holiday when we surround ourselves with the ones we love, count our blessings and think on all of the things we have to be thankful for.
Over the last 18 months, Donald Trump campaigned on the fact that he was an outsider. He’s not a politician, his supporters would say, he’ll shake things up. He promised to “drain the swamp” that is Washington, D.C., even making a nice little hashtag out of it. Aside from being Hillary Clinton’s opponent, it was one of the most common reasons cited for supporting The Donald.
Can we all get along? Guess not. Here’s my take on some – not all – of the things going on.
And so the pendulum swingeth.
I seem to recall that in two previous columns I promised that after the election, I would reveal my vote for president.