Apparently, the notion that car insurance is a scam has been making the rounds on the Internet. Folks, I was born for this moment in history, because as friends and frequent readers will know, I have been arguing that all…
Tag: A Day in the Life
An Open Letter to Single-Issue Voters
Single-issue voters for stopping the genocide in Gaza should vote for Kamala Harris. Counter-Argument #1: “Harris and Trump are the same on this issue” Answer:Harris called for a ceasefire before any other Democratic leader. She talks about the need to…
A Jump-Ball with Hitler
Throughout a lot of my political life, I have flirted with accelerationism. The idea that we can make the most progress in American society by allowing conditions to devolve enough that popular will demands radical change. The problem of course,…
An Open Letter to Democrats
It may be hard to remember or even believe at this point, but Biden never trailed Trump in 2020 aggregate polling. The closest that race ever got was on April 12, just after Bernie dropped out, when Biden led by…
Walpole Tailors
I drove my son to Trader Joe’s late this afternoon, through the windy northwestern suburbs of Philadelphia. We laboriously crossed the Schuylkill on the elegant but congested Green Lane Bridge, then wended through the glorious houses of the region that…
The Murder Game
In one of our last political discussions, my father was trying to persuade me that Putin was miscast as the aggressor in the Russia-Ukraine conflict. He had a penchant for contrarianism, especially when it comes to trusting the American perspective…
Concussion Protocol
On Wednesday morning, I got up with Graham and was helping him acclimate to his day. I usually tend to him first thing on days I’m not going into the office and it’s some of my favorite time with him.…
Sifting Rocks in the Hot Sun
About a year, maybe less, before it was sold to us, our backyard underwent an overhaul. Much of the apparently very expensive lawn was torn out and replaced with rocks. But crucially, not all of it. The rocks were a…
Fifteen Nails
My literary hero Ray Bradbury famously adorned his writing desk and the surrounding office with endless piles of books, toys, tchotchkes, and papers, enough to almost make me feel like my natural inclinations aren’t so broken for an aspiring writer.…
Old Friends
Old friends old friends sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends … Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a…