Some say in ten years, no one will know who Snowden was. People who care about freedom will know who Snowden was a hundred years from now.
Yet for its victims, the law presses its knee on your neck until you die. It threatens your life – no one cares to be equal before that.
When Trump’s apologists react as they do, they remind all of us that their obsequious loyalty to a person with no class makes them outstanding reporters of his faults.
I could build a memoir around those seven recollections. Will I do so? Place your bets at Conversations with Dio.
Grief speaks of loss, not explanations.
Insist your planes are safe. We know the truth, and we know who cares about the truth. What do you say to families of the people who died on those two aircraft? We had a bit of bad luck there?
So, if you feel the frequency of posts at The Jeffersonian has fallen off a bit, go over to Conversations, to see the latest at that site.
The crew of the space shuttle Challenger honored us by the manner in which they lived their lives. We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and “slipped the surly bonds of earth” to “touch the face of God.”
Good heavens, I thought the Japanese were intelligent about deployment of their military resources. Why would they buy an airplane like the F-35?