At 10 years old, Rob Henderson reached the following conclusion: 'As far as I was concerned, adults were unreliable liars. With each new family, new parent and new rejection, grief, anger and loneliness accrued within me.'
Perhaps the weirdest, and by far the most unjust, thing about former President Donald Trump’s trial in New York is that we do not know precisely what crime Trump is charged with committing. We’re in the middle of the trial, with Trump facing a maximum of more than 100 years in prison, and we don’t even know what the charges are! It’s a surreal situation.
robably by the time this column appears in print, Donald Trump will have made some sort of tone-deaf remark about his would-be running mate’s bizarre story about executing the family dog with a shotgun. As near as I can tell, South Dakota Gov. Kristi Noem’s qualifications for the job began and ended with her being eager to parrot MAGA catchphrases anyway. So, it’s no big loss.
The lion has lain down with the lamb. The lion, of course, is the presumptive Republican presidential nominee, a former president himself, now confined during weekdays to sitting as quietly as he can tolerate, plainly bored except when sworn witnesses assail his character, portray him as a serial adulterer and say that he is part of a criminal conspiracy.