Fundamentally, the most significant difference between Democracies and Dictatorships is the concept of the separation of powers, as defined by a nation's system of political "checks and balances" on executive authority. In observing the process of democratic breakdown within once-democratic nations throughout history, it is clear that the ability of each nation to curtail the... Continue Reading →
Partially in service of maintaining my own reputation, and partly because it’s the truth, I’ve fallen into the habit of characterizing my family as “Mitt Romney Republicans” when describing their political beliefs. That's because my parents— like many other God-fearing Republicans — recently arrived at the woeful realization that the political tent they once called home has been uprooted, and is... Continue Reading →
Given the sheer volume of radioactive political waste currently flooding the American body politic, I find it is increasingly tempting to settle for a kind of lazy criticism of the whole charade. Simply put, the experience of having your basic sensibilities exist in a state of perennial assault – day in and day out, by... Continue Reading →
Sigh, okay. Here goes — I am about to attempt something genuinely radical, folks. It’s going to require some “nuance”, yes, and some critical thinking – on both my part and yours. Because, dear reader, I am about to assume the heretical role of defending an accused sexual assaulter, on the heels of an article... Continue Reading →
It's not as if I actually needed more evidence that the bible-thumping, God-fearing, fire-and-brimstone slinging ideologues of the American Right have never had a moral leg to stand on. But the allegations surrounding Senate-hopeful/Creepy Uncle Roy Moore - and worse, the evangelical response to these allegations - rid my mind of all remaining doubt. We're... Continue Reading →
Something about a man with tattoos on his face shouting foreign orders in a dive-bar bathroom stall has a way of opening up the mind to new experiences, I’ve found. And besides, it wasn’t the first time I’d indulged the drug, though I didn’t often. But even for a rare user like myself, it was obvious that what he had was good blow. I wasn’t surprised – this was Central America, after all. And anyone who knows a damn thing about drugs knows that Central American is ground zero for the American drug trade – especially coke.