No one is buying that you’re shocked by the latest revelations about the sordid life of Hugo Schwzyer.
I’ve marched in protests up and down the East Coast, and this is the most remarkable and inclusive uprising I’ve ever seen unfold in person. Pay attention, folks. Moral Monday isn’t going anywhere.
How might you determine which adults are most deserving of care while waiting for federal funds? Would a Democratic voter registration card be sufficient to keep you in the hospital?
Helping and discussing are not mutually exclusive, and we must have both.
It’s not that there’s anything wrong with fashion or sassy writing, but the exclusive focus on these things gives the impression that this is a shallow movement without room for serious problems women face.
Not knowing about atrocities is a privilege afforded to the citizens of wealthy countries with imperial designs.
Like other true believers, leftwing activists are sometimes willing to sacrifice people to ideological purity. And this is one of those times.
This bright idea is far more potentially dangerous than banning shampoo in carry-on bags.
Faith is one of those standbys in times of intense trauma. It can be a community institution that allows people to come together to grieve, and it can be a destructive and abusive force that minimizes human loss for its own self-aggrandizement.
What better way to underscore what the under-privileged don’t have than to advocate taking their last crumbs away?