There is nothing new and nothing newsy about these items, and yet they remain fascinating. They remain a curious study in human nature, cognitive dissonance, and shameless pandering to the easily hoodwinked.
For those of us not working on a dissertation in political science, it will take a while to discern what happened on Nov. 8. This is said more as an intellectually curious, “Wow, what happened?” fashion rather than an apoplectic “Oh my God, what happened?” exhortation.
With the election two days away, an election that will help determine the direction of the nation and the entire world while serving as a declaration of the United States’ values — in other words, a vitally important statement on behalf of all Americans — it is absolutely essential that we carefully, diligently, seriously assess the candidates and dispense with all frivolity before recognizing that the only reasonable choice is a vote for …
As a person for whom music is a spiritual experience, and as a writer, and as somebody who believes that true art has no boundaries, I take great pleasure in Bob Dylan being awarded a Nobel Prize for Literature.
With the rain starting to fall and the leaves beginning to turn, Americans are burrowing deep into their favorite season. Mesmerized by the bloody clashes. Compelled by the test of wills. Riveted by the desperation of a Hail Mary or the breathless analysis of a pundit.