Johnny, We Don’t Say Things Like That Over forty years ago the Erie Thunderbirds Drum and Bugle Corps was working on a routine when the music abruptly stopped. After a murmur from within the ranks, the drum major called out, “Would you kiss your mother with those lips?” Obviously somebody had fouled up and let…
Millions of Americans, and Democrats especially, face a moral imperative in the years ahead.
Trump’s oath will close with words that he will utter as both promise and threat: “So help me God.”
Folks who have done absolutely nothing wrong feel shunned by their own country and suspect that neighbors they wave to in the neighborhood wish, deep down, that they would go away.
Clinton supporters are gut shot. We’ve gazed into millions of American souls. The rage and darkness are far worse than we imagined.
If you think that gay marriage is sinful and should be illegal, I wish you could meet my gay sisters and witness their tenderness and compassion.
“. . . if destruction be our lot we must ourselves be its author and finisher.”