All posts tagged: Donald Trump

After Failing the Covington Catholic Test

Like many others, I failed the Covington Catholic test. I let myself be manipulated (apparently at the hands of anonymous internet bots operating with precise coordination to unleash maximum mayhem) by the original video and castigated these boys without pausing to think about whether there might be more to the story. I was all ready to pitch an op-ed calling out the March for Life’s cozying up the “Make America Great Again” crowd—when, much to my surprise, more videos were released that caused me to revisit what I thought I had just seen. These boys, though not 100% innocent, were far from the villains in the affair. The rush to publicly ruin their lives, and even threaten their school with violence, was absolutely sickening. But even in the face of direct evidence to the contrary, many simply could not let go of the original narrative and went looking for more evidence in support of it. They were partially successful. In response to a Native American’s claim that whites stole their land, a boy who attended the March …

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A Trumpian Examination of Conscience

I have spent the past year and a half (Has it really been so long? O Lord, make haste to help us) coloring myself various hues of self-righteous indignation regarding the candidacy of Donald Trump. I spent most of 2015 laughing at it, blissful in my naïvéte, and most of 2016 sputtering with befuddled indignation. How could someone so embarrassingly puerile in demeanor and cringe-worthy be a viable candidate for our nation’s top governing office? I will draw on my best debate techniques and side-step that valid question, as I consider the character of Donald Trump. My eureka moment came during the most recent incendiary comment at the final presidential debate. Secretary Clinton spoke of how her Social Security payments would go up, and, in a little dig at Trump, she mentioned that his would too, “if he doesn’t find a way to get out of it.” A cheap shot; but fair play to her. Suddenly, Donald Trump’s voice slipped under Clinton’s soprano canter: “What a nasty woman.” Unexpectedly, I felt wells of empathy open …