No Way Out

Hillary has internalized what most Democrats of her generation have internalized: They suspect that the majority is not with them, and so some quotient of discretion, fear, or plain deception is required if they are to advance their objectives.

Andrew Sullivan wrote these striking words late last year. The flailing, the jokes, the mad, red-faced finger-pointing of President Bill ... it's all here.

And so the less-adept ones seem deceptive, and the more-practiced ones, like Clinton, exhibit the plastic-ness and inauthenticity that still plague her candidacy. She’s hiding her true feelings. We know it, she knows we know it, and there is no way out of it.

The beauty of small sentences. Beauty and terror, I suppose ... depending on who you are.

Markets as Sick-Talk

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What a bunch of empty motherfuckers we must be ...

Hoosier Daddy

It's in the comments list, folks. Always is.

We are determined hopemongers.

We are in it to win it.

We are people of all shapes, sizes, colors, persuasions.

We are believers.

We are dreamers.

We are parents.

We are brothers and sisters.

We are Americans.

We are humans.

So writes Mel from Montana. You got that? For all the crap that's come down, the Authentic trumps the faux, and for a while we can breathe again.