The argument is over and conservatives have lost. Some of them just don't know it yet.
On Sunday, people all over the world will commemorate the morning an itinerant rabbi, falsely convicted and cruelly executed, stood up and walked out of his own tomb.
Am I the only person in America not making fun of Howard Schultz?
Dear Ashley Judd:
I guess this is a fan letter, though it is not written in praise of your work in movies like "Insurgent," "Divergent" or "Tooth Fairy."
This is for Gigi, who can't figure out why I don't like Bill Maher.
Every once in a while the universe arranges itself to make you look smarter than you are. Lucky me, I am having such a moment now.
First, they sang "God Will Take Care of You."
There are sounds it feels like you've known forever, sounds that have been in your ear so long, it's hard to believe they were ever new.
Here we are, six years later, six years of mom jeans and golf dates and taking the girls for ice cream. And yet, some of us are still hung up on the perceived "otherness," the "not like us"-ness, of Barack Obama.
I am not insane. For this, I have Jon Stewart to thank.
Thirteen years ago, it felt like I was in a front row seat on the express train to Crazy Town. That, you will recall, is when the wheels began to come off the Bush administration's argument for invading Iraq, i.e., to find the weapons of mass destruction.
That was the subject line of an email a colleague sent me last week.
In June, it will be 52 years since George Wallace stood in the schoolhouse door.
It happened at the University of Alabama, where two African-American students, Vivian Malone and James Hood, were attempting to register. In facing down three federal officials demanding that he stand aside and honor a court order allowing the registration to proceed, the bantam governor of Alabama sought to make good on a noxious promise: "segregation now, segregation tomorrow and segregation forever."
There's this speech I give my students.
He had his first major breakdown when he was 26. A man who had been known for his sunny, outgoing temperament became suddenly sullen, silent and withdrawn. He spoke openly of suicide. It got so bad that a couple took him into their home to ensure he did not hurt himself.
I call it the Secret Knowledge.
Meaning that body of information not everyone has, that body known only to those few people who had the good sense to go off the beaten path and seek it. It is information you'll never see in your "newspapers" or "network news" or any other place overly concerned with verifiable "facts" and reliable "sources." It will not come to you through a university "study," peer-reviewed "article," renowned "expert," government "agency" or any other such traditional bastion of authority.
We should have seen this one coming.
Tucker Carlson said on Fox that more children die of bathtub drownings than of accidental shootings. They don't.
Steve Doocy said on Fox that NASA scientists faked data to make the case for global warming.
You get pulled over by police. Maybe they claim you were seven miles over the speed limit, maybe they say you made an improper lane change. Doesn't matter, because the traffic stop is only a pretext.
A few words on the limits to freedom of expression:
For what it's worth, there are a few that are acceptable. You don't threaten or incite violence. You don't defame. You don't produce child pornography. And you don't falsely shout "Fire!" in the proverbial crowded theater.
OK, you win. We surrender.
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