OPINION
Brendan the boob
By Brendan McCartney | December 3, 2015Writing a column is tricky business. I decided to apply for a spot with The Chronicleon a whim.
Writing a column is tricky business. I decided to apply for a spot with The Chronicleon a whim.
“And then she laid off all the 40,000 people. And she says she’s a great CEO. Every time I see her on TV, I want to reach through and strangle her.” So joked a veteran at a campaign event for Hillary Clinton in New Hampshire early last week.
As a Democrat still holding out for that mythical unicorn of a presidential candidate, I have found myself in the middle of a minor identity crisis.
It’s been a busy fortnight for American politics. Now it's official, Joe Biden will not run in 2016.
In the wake of the tragic shooting that claimed nine lives one week ago today, President Obama observed that our reactions to mass shootings have become routine, even numb. At least in my experience, he is not wrong. I will never forget where I was when I found out about the Sandy Hook shooting — headquartered in Perkins and stupidly consumed with anxiety about an impending calculus final.
I give up. In the style of Stephen Colbert, I’m eating an Oreo. It’s just too irresistible. Since announcing his candidacy for president, Donald Trump has captured the hearts of the Republican base, the envy of the media and the attention of literally everyone else.
Another year, another “scandal.” I use the term loosely. If we call having a porn star a “scandal,” then this probably qualifies as well.
There is something special about spending a week away from the “real world.”
There is something special about spending a week away from the “real world.”