Jaime O’Neill: Just one of Donald Trump’s golfing trips to his Mar a Lago property costs more than the annual budget for Meals on Wheels, the program Republican eliminated that delivered meals to low-income seniors.
Jaime O’Neill: Lewis Black was freaking out before freaking out became the norm. He’s the living embodiment of exasperation, the personification of what a sane person looks like when driven ’round the bend by the madness we all live with.
Jaime O’Neill: Now, with death stalking me, along with all the other members of my slip, slidin’ away generation, I find myself in the precarious position of depending on the FBI, the CIA, and the other intelligence gathers I’ve mistrusted for most of my adult life
Jaime O’Neill: The least of the least has a skillfully arranged mop of unnaturally blonde hair that sits atop his orange face, accenting the untanned white skin around his eyes, making him look like a raccoon in an alternate universe.
Jaime O’Neill: By the time John Lennon died, my generation should have been accustomed to epoch-ending, dream-shattering losses.
Jaime O’Neill: For me, the Republican Party hasn’t had a good name since the last of the pre-Civil War abolitionists were dying off in the early 20th century.
Jaime O’Neill: “Just a bit more work like this and you might have that private jet/island/penthouse overlooking Central Park you always wanted.”
Jaime O’Neill: It feels like we’re racing toward the precipice, from the Korean peninsula to the Middle East and right on down to us people in this country who have been somewhat sheltered for so long from the worst of things human beings can do to make things miserable for one another.
Jaime O’Neill: We’d better not get overly ecstatic, however, because it’s in the Democrat’s DNA to piss away victory every chance we can, too get a bit overconfident, and to begin celebrating whenever the game is in the first quarter and our team is less than a field goal ahead.
Jaime O’Neill: I don’t know them personally, of course, but I surely hate the Scrooge-like mean streak and callousness they embody, along with their perverse values and sense of entitled superiority to most everyone else.
Jaime O’Neill: Donald Trump doesn’t just lie; he tells the best lies, the most numerous falsehoods, using the best words, employing the highest IQ to come up with the best misinformation for those “low information voters” he loves best.
Jaime O’Neill: I might have liked attending exclusive soirees and charity balls surrounded by people decked out in glittering jewelry that could have fed, housed, and clothed a sizeable village somewhere, or even a small town in America’s Rust Belt.
Jaime O’Neill: Helplessness is prevailing now as we see Trump, Kelly, Bannon, Huckabee-Sanders, Kellyanne Conway, and the majority of the Republican Party normalizing madness and enabling pathology in the highest office in the land.