A nation could not have been more poorly positioned to fight COVID-19 than by the Trump administration.
The President is believed to be hiding in the basement. —BBC News
He says even in the joint they didn’t have no trouble
gettin product
and once when they couldn’t, why, a bunch of them
shot up whatever, fools
that they all was
Why is a metalhead singing Old MacDonald on the side of a rural highway?
This post marks the beginning of a new irregular feature in Vox Populi. I hope readers of Vox Populi, many of whom are writers, will find the prompt helpful in stimulating their creativity.
As the film curator Dave Kehr explains in this video from New York City’s Museum of Modern Art (MoMA), the images were hardly the grainy and frantically paced footage that has become synonymous with ‘old film’ today.
We’re in an unbelievably dangerous moment with coronavirus where the full weight of government at all levels needs to be focused on saving lives, and instead Donald Trump is trying a ham-fisted theft of the election.
I have no Life but this —
To lead it here —
Please DON’T call this number (800) 895–4152 as a prank. It’s the new Trump Campaign Hotline for reporting voter fraud. Two previous numbers have had to be disconnected because of all you Dems trying to be funny. As we all know, Trump having a tantrum after losing the election is not funny.
In my life I’ve gathered maybe five perfect rocks. It isn’t that they were smooth or handsomely speckled with rare minerals. No, they were often misshapen, pitted, easily forgettable.
Do I sound extreme? I damn well hope so. We’re in a gridlocked, post-election moment of previously unimaginable extremity in an increasingly over-armed, ever more divided country…
The way this strange, non-English wish
commuted in a grandmother’s Yiddish
mouth, zay gezunt
“The American people made their voices heard in record numbers… Rejecting that mandate in favor of political games and conspiracy theories is a dangerous attack on our democracy—even by Mitch McConnell’s standards.” —Sen. Elizabeth Warren
we gave up trying to explain it, gave ourselves
to it—as if we had ingested some hallucinogen
that opened our eyes to what was there all along