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Black American Culture and the Racial Wealth Gap

The salient question should never have been who to blame for blacks’ predicament, but who is able to fix it. If the problem were simply a lack of cash, then the government would be the ideal candidate.

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Politics

Vladimir is also using serious sticks

Dear President Trump,

I think you were telling the truth, for once, when you said “So all I can do is say, ‘Did you?’ and ‘Don’t do it again.’” I believe it’s true that this is all you can do to confront Vladimir Monday if you want to wake up Tuesday or if you want your favorite grandchild to wake up Tuesday. 385 more words

Democracy Under Siege

Strategic social opprobrium

Dear President Trump,

Just a few more days before you get to relax and stop manufacturing stupid things to lash out at our allies over. Counting today, you’ve only got four more days before you get to have your tete a tete with Vladimir. 414 more words

Democracy Under Siege

This is not about "the rule of law"

Dear President Trump,

I jaywalked today when I took the dogs for their walk and a car was moving pretty fast so I needed to hustle across the street to get out of the way. 427 more words

Democracy Under Siege

My most difficult person

Dear President Trump,

Along with brushing my teeth twice a day and writing to you once a day, saying a morning LKM prayer for you is another noncontingent activity I’ve faithfully hewed to all these long months since the election. 418 more words

Democracy Under Siege

Where in the world is Melania?

Dear President Trump,

Has the panic thoroughly set in yet? It was quite a twofer in the WP this morning between Trey Gowdy appearing on Fox News pushing back on your creative, if predictable, “Spygate” tweet-hoax and the revelation that over a million files from Cohen’s three phones are going to be released soon to federal prosecutors. 373 more words

Democracy Under Siege

Go ahead, take your marbles someplace else

Dear President Trump,

Dang, I just did it again – as I dutifully typed my polite salutation to you, my fingers got going too fast and I typed “Dear President Ru.” Juvenile Freudian slip, I guess. 423 more words

Love And Compassion