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I Don't Drink The Kool-Aid. For Anybody.

You Elected Him, You Own Him

By Byron / November 12, 2016 /

As anyone who has read much of anything I’ve written over the course of the past 15 months is aware, I took my stand early–long before there was a hashtag/slogan–that I would under no circumstances vote for Donald Trump (and it should go without saying that I’d never have voted for Hillary Clinton). I kept…

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An Open Letter to Sean Hannity

By Byron / October 27, 2016 /

Dear Mr. Hannity, I just listened to the tirade you launched on your October 26 against people like me. You’re “pi**ed”. You’ve “had it” with those of us you call “Nevertrumper jerks”. We’re “idiots”, people who “think (we’re) freaking geniuses”, that we’re “the most principled people on the face of the earth”. You got so…

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An Open Letter to the Writers of Open Letters

By Byron / August 27, 2016 /

Wayne Grudem. James Garlow. Wayne Allyn Root. James Patrick Riley. An anonymous pastor’s wife. Jefrey Breshears. Over the course of the past few weeks, I’ve read “open letters” (or the equivalent, if not so named) from each of these folks (all “Christian” of some stripe), all with the same theme: Donald Drumpf is a flawed…

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The Idea of Trump

By Byron / April 23, 2016 /

I was wrong. With regard to Donald Trump, I was spectacularly wrong. I considered Donald Trump to be a spectacularly unqualified, crude, amoral, fundamentally unserious buffoon, bereft of constitutional understanding or of any concept of how one might govern this country as president. I considered his presidential campaign to be a sideshow and a joke.…

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Mike, Me, and the Death of the Republican Party

By Byron / March 17, 2016 /

I like Mike Gallagher. Not past-tense, but present-tense; I think he’s a great guy, and while I’ve had my disagreements with him in the past–and said so on this blog once or twice, and at least once, pre-Facebook days, he responded here–I’ve been a long-time listener. He loves Uber; I hope I pick him up…

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