Jaime O’Neill: The volume and viciousness of the hate mail I received from a handful of regulars grew in intensity until I was finally prompted to write a direct reply to those “progressives” who had begun to include my family in their hate screeds.
Jaime O’Neill: As Trump’s irrationality grows more apparent, we bear witness to it, are alarmed by it, feel helpless in the face of it.
Jaime O’Neill: I just don’t get how we got to this place where so many American males are so clueless about what a hero might look like and just who the good guys are.
Jaime O’Neill: Our odds of getting shot, or of our kids getting shot make venturing out into world a very dicey bet. But what are the odds of finding a “well-regulated militia” in this country? Or a slave revolt?
Jaime O’Neill: What all-knowing, all-powerful force for good in the universe would ever have allowed such a sorry specimen to hold such awesome power over the fate of so many human beings and assorted other living things?
Jaime O’Neill: People of my political persuasion have always had a tendency to give energies to division in our own ranks. We lose sight of shared objectives, clustering into groups dedicated to boutique causes and identity politics.
Jaime O’Neill: In Finland, they’ve initiated a program that grants a base level income for every citizen. It’s a bit of social experimentation that deserves planetary consideration.
Jaime O’Neill: It’s hard to imagine worse campaigns than the ones spearheaded by Al Gore and John Kerry, but they didn’t get nearly the criticism that has come Hillary’s way.
Jaime O’Neill: Even a country as prone to bad judgments as we had become could never be stupid enough, perverse enough, addled enough, self-destructive enough to put a man like Donald Trump in its highest office. No way.
Jaime O’Neill: Meanwhile, we had the spectacle of Donald J. Trump, the guy who leads the nation, and the guy who still believes that manmade global warming is a hoax, popping in and out of Texas and Florida for photo ops.
he weeks following my marriage were ecstasy. I was 19 and in love. The future seemed joyous, studded with promise. My wife was lovely, and I—a brooding and rather gloomy kid—was happier than I’d ever been. But there was a snake in this Edenic idyll we’d found for ourselves in southern California. We’d happened upon […]
Jaime O’Neill: The reason liberals often feel so beleaguered is that when one of us speaks out, he or she is likely to be left howling in the wilderness. And we wonder why the right wingers outshout and overpower us.
Jaime O’Neill: What if you bought a small widget business, sinking everything you had into it, then hired a rich real estate man to manage it because he made elaborate promises about how great he could make your new enterprise?