We love the format in sports: the one and done tournament. In the playoff format we love nothing better than the deciding game. (Seventh game of the World Series anyone?) Why would we ask anything less for democracy?
If you despise basketball analogies move on. My fifteen seasons on the bench in a suit and tie taught me a lot and much of it is applicable to politics (in my mind anyway). I’ll be going back to my days at the high school level and before the shot clock.
This article was written well ahead of scheduled publishing in order to accommodate my travel plans.
The above disclaimer is especially warranted on this article. It seems the story of Trump associated scandals can’t rest for more than a few hours at a time. Exactly where it is going and where it will stop is beyond me. However, I am firmly convinced that an earnest attempt(s) to punish him must be made even if it fails and that other than in the court of informed and objective public opinion he skates.
Timeline: Lunchtime on Friday. Again, measured by “ink” the biggest political story of the week just ended (by the time this is published) was the Trump legal soap opera. The timestamp is necessary because the situation is dynamic. At a distant point in time, I know I had a pair of green socks. If I were foolish enough to buy Donald Trump’s malarkey, I might have a place to look for them. Continue reading My Green Socks
It’s Wednesday morning as I pen this and Liz Cheney’s expected defeat in the Wyoming primary is reality. A lot of people have to be asking the question. “What’s next Liz?” and she has to be asking herself that. I’ll explore my guesses today.