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Make America White Again

When a man opened fire in a Louisiana movie theater during a showing of Trainwreck a few years ago, Amy Schumer joined the fight for stricter gun laws. Even though the murderer didn’t invoke her name, the actor/comedian was horrified that this tragedy occurred during a movie she was in. She was disturbed at the association. Contrast that with our President’s reaction to David Duke’s words about Saturday’s alt-right and neo-Nazi rally in Charlottesville, Virginia: “We are going to fulfill the promises of Donald Trump. That’s what we believed in. That’s why we voted for Donald Trump, because he said he’s going to take our country back.” Not only has Trump ignored that disgusting shout out, he couldn’t even bring himself to call out white supremacists or the Ku Klux Klan in his remarks following the violence. Instead, he decries violence “on many sides” and proceeds to inform us of all the jobs he’s created. As a nice flourish, he made sure we knew that racial tension was around before he took office. Read: This is not my fault. I don’t consider it a priority. I didn’t cause it. And hey, we have lots to be happy about – jobs! As sick as I am of this tedious man, I am getting more and more outraged at the people who put him in office. Stop calling us racists. That’s...

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Welcome to the Land of Opportunity

Melting pot, my ass. This is what I keep muttering as I’m mesmerized by The Italian Americans documentary on PBS recently. The story unfolding on my television is too familiar. The people working in sugar cane fields. The lynching. The ‘hot-headed’ label. The emerging ‘dark and criminal’ image. The attitude of ‘let them kill each other in their neighborhoods.’ The denigration of their names as part of the ‘other’ label. The horrible work conditions. The looking down upon how they worshipped their God and relegating that worship to basements. The labeling of a whole swath of them as ‘enemy...

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Just a Typical Judgment Day

It’s a day like any other in the place we all pass over to when we leave this life. What we as mere earthlings might call Judgment Day. For the sake of perpetuating at least part of a familiar story, I’m going to keep St. Peter in charge at the snazzy front entrance as events unfold. The first person to step up is 57-year-old Anna. She’s smiling that smile of those that arrive believing they’re a shoe-in. St. Peter knows the expression well. Anna: Hello, St. Peter. My goodness, I’m so happy to meet you. St. Peter: Hello, Anna....

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