The Boys are back — one standing, one sitting — both trying to make sense of Cardinals chaos, Blues heartbreak and the first hundred days of Trump 2.0. Plus: speculation on the next album from Taylor Swift and a meditation on the mystery of Jesus’ two natures.
This is likely a week we will remember as the beginning of something truly awful. The only question, really, is how awful.
Is it acceptable to admit I’m conflicted? In our polarized society, it may not be, but I am. I’m talking about the president’s Easter Declaration and feel utterly conflicted about it.
Sanity. That is all most Americans want. Neither political party is willing to humor us and that makes them equal owners of our ongoing plunge.
If you live anywhere there is weather, you should probably have a weather radio. This is a bespoke device that renders the weather forecast, if that interests you, at the push of a button. But its real purpose is to make alarming noise when bad weather approaches, so that you might spend your final minutes lamenting that you have no basement. We had four days of, first, terrible storms then endless rain beginning a week ago tonight.
If it were a situation comedy — “The Office” comes to mind — there would be delight and hilarity in watching the now-faded orange man and the clown car holding his alleged national security officials zooming around in search of an excuse for their breathtaking incompetence.
If the president of the United States could pry himself away from betraying the country’s friends for a while, I have a project that could actually do the country some good, bring in some cash, give citizens a reason to be happy with him, and let him give useful flight to his rage.
Vice President Harris’ seeming enthusiasm for “reproductive rights” kept me from fully supporting her. But, anyone saying “Trump is the obvious choice” has not taken stock of how bad he really is.
One of my favorite Christmas movies, Home Alone has a scene where Kevin’s mom, Kate, erupts at a ticket taker as she tries to get home somehow to rescue her son. The outburst isn’t proper, but it’s fitting and what any real parent in the same situation could easily imagine doing.