The authors were finished in October 2019, months before the manifest COVID-19 failures of the Trump administration. Obviously, we didn’t get it right.
The Massachusetts state government has asked camps to hang tight and wait for all the guidance to be finalized before making decisions about opening or closing, and Gov. Baker has said his administration’s guidelines will be out by Monday, May 18.
When it comes to COVID-19, there is a compelling need to see what might have gone wrong and how we can make the necessary changes in the present and the days to come - learning on the fly, then expeditiously and with expertise, making the most appropriate course corrections.
In retrospect, humiliating Sessions seems petty compared to reassuring the American public that anyone can get a test whenever they need for a virus that can kill them, when, in fact, they can’t get a test because this very stable genius had already presided over the mass firing of the very people who know most about viruses, and had already cut the budgets of every agency we’d normally rely on to combat the disease.
While cases were adding up at BMC and shelves were being emptied at our local stores, Sayulita had dances on the plaza, populated beaches with margaritas flowing and vacationing tourists doing what they do unimpeded. It had been very difficult to reconcile these two worlds.
We owe Kantor and Twohey a debt of gratitude for not wavering in the face of so many obstacles. There’s the completely understandable reluctance of the victims to discuss, and therefore re-experience, their dreadful trauma. There’s the persistent, sometimes diabolical efforts of the perpetrators and accomplices to prevent these stories from being told, to smear and intimidate victims and investigators alike.
I know that there are people, lots of people, with personal problems and responsibilities, places they need to be and things they need to do just to survive. They do not have the luxury of staying in bed until their courage kicks in to face the day.
Sadly, liberals and the press have made these kids out to be rotten. Like Olivia Jade. But she knows what’s what and is not inclined to be the fall girl. As the New York Post headline put it: “Olivia Jade Giannulli blames her parents for ‘ruining her life.’”
Is it possible the professed love of God that so many tout these days is akin to a one-way street? The Sessions’ kind of religiosity that permits wrenching immigrant children from the arms of their mothers and Cliff Sims’ ability to jump aboard the Trump Train as he ignores Mr. Trump’s pussy-grabbing sexual assaults, his repeated dalliances while his wife, Melania, was pregnant. Does God actually return the personal relationship favor? I’d like to think God deserves a higher class of devotees.
Let’s start with the fact, and praise be to the Times for finally using the right word, that there are too many people using the wrong word: “collusion.” The president and his odd PR attorney Rudy Giuliani insist there is no proof of capital “C” collusion.
Human beings are inclined to assume that our own lived experience reflects that of everyone else’s. We—the people who write and think about pot and have enough money to open stores that sell it—are blind to the “other” in our midst.