Eighty-four percent of campaign contributions made by a group of 614 Harvard faculty, instructors, and researchers between 2011 and the third quarter of 2014 went to federal Democratic campaigns and political action committees.
It’s a cool Sunday night on the Kremlin, and Vladimir is Putin on the ritz.
Of course, it’s not just the coastal elites that buy into the Manichaean narrative. To Mike Huckabee, this country is divided into Bubbaville and Bubbleville, with the homier residents of Bubbaville superior to their snobbish, coastal counterparts. Neither narrative is true. Behind these simplified labels and tropes are identical people, from which no group is better than any other.
This impulse toward seeking the bad from anything good, to protesting progress for not being immediate utopia, leads to the most disturbing trend of the social justice warrior: a near-constant assumption of bad faith.
Part of artful dodging is knowing when to stand firm.
Perhaps it’s harder to think clearly when tragedy strikes your community. Perhaps it becomes too easy to convince yourself of discrimination and prejudice when two women who wear hijabs like your mother and sisters do are gunned down.
Why go to all this trouble for a simple book?
There’s a new Congress in town. And it’s off to quite a beginning.
When salaciousness and selling become the end-all-be-alls of news, the crucial function of media—to inform—becomes irredeemably lost.
Vonnegut lampooned the world’s absurdity for me, Fuentes laid the sometimes-sordid foundations of power bare to me, but Gabriel García Márquez taught me how to dream.