Trump, meet Martin Luther King Jr.
Newsflash: I didn’t want Donald J. Trump to be president.
Newsflash: I didn’t want Donald J. Trump to be president.
So here we are, entering 2017, still carrying 1967 on our backs.
The story of Chanukah is, among other things, the story of intra-Jewish hatred.
David Friedman, the man President-elect Donald Trump just selected to be the next United States Ambassador to Israel, has pre-offended a good chunk of American Jewry by referring to the supporters of the liberal Zionist group J Street as “kapos.”
I’m in a vast professional kitchen, standing by a stockpot the size of a Jacuzzi. The chef ladles a bit of the pot’s steaming brown liquid into a Dixie cup, then holds it out.
I’m not one of those people who instantly jumped on the anti-Steve Bannon bandwagon.
Everybody who didn’t vote for Donald Trump is in a panic over what will happen during his time in office.
Last Sunday, I was 20 minutes late to the Dolores Mission Church. When I arrived, there was no place to sit, or even stand.
To explain the victory of Donald J. Trump as 45th president of the United States, people keep quoting from Philip Roth’s “The Plot Against America,” the story of a fascist takeover of our country.