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To the editor: Trump's promise of a $5,000 check for every adult if the Republicans win the midterms would be impossible without a heavy tax on billionaires (highly unlikely) and comes without any requirements from the recipients to perform the duties of citizenship. Voting is a duty of ...
To the editor: One of the most striking moments of the generally forgettable Trumpapalooza in Dallas came during Vice President JD Vance’s keynote speech on Sept. 10 (later upstaged by Trump’s claiming the podium). At the end of a segment denigrating the Senate candidacy of James Talarico, ...
History is written to be argued about, I have often said. Recent efforts by the Trump administration’s culture war have offered numerous examples. In recent days, we have seen Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth, in a break from the administration’s war against Iran, announce the ...
A man who worked in the cafeteria at my husband’s workplace disappeared. My husband talked to him each time he stopped in for lunch. One day, my husband noted how happy the man seemed. He told my husband it was because he had his final green card interview with immigration the next day. My ...
Vice President JD Vance wants to pay married parents to stay home with their children, and he wants to do it with money Congress appropriated to help low-income families afford daycare. Whatever one thinks of the goal, which may prove popular, the proposal fails every test we should apply to ...
I remember the call. The city manager told me to buckle up. A rezoning for a smelly new potato-salad factory was coming my way. On a street with nothing but houses. My life as a planner flashed before me like the grainy black and white final scene of “Frankenstein” — angry village mobs ...
