Vickie Shufton
Palestinians are members of our big, messy human family. They are as decent, and at times as indecent, as any other group of people on earth. They are men and women, adults and children. They have hopes, dreams and fears. They want to live their lives in a place where they have opportunity, autonomy and community.
I have never met a woman who terminated a pregnancy without first contemplating the alternatives and imagining the outcomes. It is a decision that no woman makes lightly, and every woman hopes she’ll never have to make at all.
I miss the old Republican party. While I disagreed with much of the Republican platform, it was possible to engage in spirited debate and principled disagreement without flushing democracy down the toilet. Now, Trump’s MAGA acolytes, calling themselves Republicans, represent the greatest threat to democracy since Sen. Joseph McCarthy’s House Unamerican Activities Committee of the 1950s — one of the most un-American spectacles of the past century.
In my mind, whichever way the court decides, student loans are not the actual problem — the profound lack of vocational and technical training programs in America’s high schools are the true culprits.
In 2022, U.S. Rep. George Santos fabricated his entire resume in order to get elected to New York's third congressional district. A review of those lies would take up all the space allotted for this column, so to paraphrase novelist Mary McCarthy’s observation about playwright Lillian Hellman: Every word he wrote was a lie, including "and" and "the."
Gob-smacked is exactly what I have been for quite some time over the complete failure of our government to stop the daily occurrences of lethal violence in the hamlets, villages and towns of these United States.
There seem to be a number of states where the war on wokeness has resulted in authoritarian policies wielded like truncheons to beat back the infidels.
Let us speak today of the proposed elimination of the IRS — an agency that certainly has no fan base. As I write this, I am looking at a tower of tax documents, as yet unopened, as I contemplate yet another season of dread.
