Politicians have looked weak in the face of such natural disaster, with many facing criticism from local residents for doing little more than turning up as “flood tourists” at the site of disasters, incapable of helping those in crisis and only there for a photo.
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For some, June marks the first month of full-blown summer, with all its attendant pool parties, blooming flowers, cookouts, and ice cream. But for progressives, June is the time to remind everyone that you’re a very good person who supports all manner of sexual degeneracy. There’s a fundamental dividing line between these two types of
It was one of those weekends. Last Saturday, I was driving my oldest son, Noah, to the driving range on a golf cart when my iPhone had enough of life and flung itself from my pocket. A kind motorist, waving us through the crossing, watched in horror as the screen exploded into a crystalline crime
My mom was working in her garden the other day when a car pulled up and a man stepped out. A frequent visitor to the neighboring house, this man was no stranger to my mom, particularly because he often made unexpected comments in passing. This time was no different. “Harvard forever,” he said as he