Tom Engelhardt: Slaughter Central
The United States as a Mass-Killing Machine
Tom Engelhardt: The Sports Pages of Death
Life in a Wounded and Wounding Land
Tom Engelhardt: Saying Goodbye to the Con-Man-in-Chief
De-mining America After The Donald
Tom Engelhardt: State of Chaos
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…
Tom Engelhardt: Beyond Our Control
It was summer almost half a century ago when I got into that Volkswagen van and began my trip across country with Peter, a photographer friend. I was officially doing so as a reporter for a small San Francisco news service, having been sent out to tap the mood of the nation in a politically fraught moment.
Tom Engelhardt: Murder, He said
Donald Trump has been a master of carnage in a way no one could have imagined.
Tom Engelhardt: A Vote for the Apocalypse
Since [Trump] is, in his own fashion, a parody of everything: a politician, a Republican, an autocrat, even a human being, he sums up in some extreme (if eerily satiric) fashion human efforts to destroy our way of life in these years. In truth, fiery and furiously fueled, he’s a historic cloud of smoke and ash over us all.
Tom Engelhardt: The World We are Passing on to our children and grandchildren
Let’s just hope that, when it comes to creating a better world out of such a god-awful mess, the generations that follow us prove better at it than mine did.
Tom Engelhardt: In Memoriam | A Planet of Missing Beauties
For those I’ll be leaving behind, my children and grandchildren in particular, this just wasn’t the world I ever wanted them to inherit.
Tom Engelhardt: On the Precipice
In an ongoing gesture of self-destruction, humanity has been tapping what might be thought of as Pyromaniacs, Incorporated, to run the world.
Tom Engelhardt: Suicide Watch on Planet Earth
As the Flames Began to Rise, the Arsonists Appeared. As Notre Dame burned, as the flames leapt from its roof of ancient timbers, many of us watched in grim horror. Hour after … Continue reading
Michael Simms: The Garden and the Drone
We come to the garden because it is beautiful. Arborvitae, hydrangea, anemone— Even the names are beautiful. . The men who call themselves our leaders Seem far away. We feel … Continue reading
