We haven’t been watching the hearings because we saw it the first time, and, well, for us the question is whether they have any effect on general perception. So when our Twitter timeline lit up Thursday night with Running Man gags, we knew something extraordinary had happened.
We woke up Sunday morning with one thing or another on our mind (and a third, things being what they are), but before our thoughts could evolve from a cosmic gaseous cloud into a pristine planet, someone tweeted an old Gong Show clip that reminded us that joy is where you find it, even when you’re not looking.
The world sucks, and it’s unlikely to get better for a long time. But if we’re going down, we’re going down dancing.
Our guest columnists are Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, and John Adams.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,
We’re seeing a lot of pushback to the idea that the Roe reversal is a domino — that despite Clarence Thomas putting gay marriage, contraceptives, and homosexuality itself on the target list in his concurring opinion, well, he’s just one guy, y’know? And besides, the Supreme Court didn’t outlaw abortion, they just left it to the states!
There is, of course, a lot of dishonesty in the pushback. People will lie, people have lied — including justices who said under oath during their confirmation hearings that Roe was “settled law”.
It’s not them we’re thinking about. It’s people who believe them. Especially gay people.
We’ve taken a deep interest in Russia’s war on Ukraine, much deeper than we might otherwise be expected to, and for pretty much one reason:
We know a guy.
His name is Art. He grew up in Ukraine, the post-Soviet version. He’s been in America five years now. And he happens to be a TikTok star.
Long story. All our stories are long. So’s his.