Jaime O’Neill: Once, a very long time ago, a horde of African Negroes stole some dugout canoes and set out for the new world, having heard there was good work for illegal immigrants in the newly planted cotton fields and sugar mills of the new world.
Jaime O’Neill: He told me that the men who tortured him were often drunk, and that any olfactory reminder of the booze on their breath could still make him nauseous.
Jaime O’Neill: My wife, the mother of our children, my life’s partner and companion is even more precious to me than those people I’ve already lost. The treatments she faces, even if efficacious, make me feel weak in the arms as I imagine them, and think of her.
Jaime O’Neill: It wouldn’t be hard to construct the case that modern serfdom may be even worse than what our medieval ancestors knew.
Jaime O’Neill: Our country continues to garner affection and genuine respect from people around the globe who still see our system and the ideals that undergird it as a beacon of hope for them, and for all humanity. But can that affection and respect be inexhaustible?
Jaime O’Neill: The connections between Trump enterprises and Trump associates with criminal elements in Russia are slowly being revealed
Jaime O’Neill: The rudder broke off a long ways up river, but we’d veered off course well before that, after we floated past the wreckage of that Twin Towers landmark that we were looking at when we should have been paying more careful attention to navigating.
Jaime O’Neill: The new President of the United States, Donald J. Trump, will say or tweet between three and ten certifiable lies each week. He will also reveal profound ignorance at least once each week. Far too few people will give a damn.
Jaime O’Neill: On a visit to that cemetery more than a dozen years ago, I found myself feeling embarrassed by the picture of George W. Bush on the wall at the visitor center, a visage that seemed incongruous in such a setting.
Jaime O’Neill: All those people who have multiple facial piercings and other self-mutilations that sometimes even include big holes in their cheeks, in both nostrils, and in their elongated ear lobes really need to go shopping for a better box for themselves.
Jaime O’Neill: I am reminded that on all those happy Christmas Eves there were vast numbers of kids without expectation of toys, adults who were far from their families, or alone in the world, with no money, no room at the inn.
Jaime O’Neill: Working people once had a clue or two of what side they were on, what side they needed to be on, what side wouldn’t trickle down on them and euphemize that piss by calling it pennies from heaven.
Jaime O’Neill: Damn near everything I read from such people last year, from professional pundits to Facebook crybabies, was devoted to dampening enthusiasm for the Democratic ticket.