This “Skeptic’s” column tackles a subject that is both delicate and volatile: suicide. People who have known me for a fairly long time are well acquainted with a time in my life – during the time in Boston at Harvard and later at Seattle University during the equally ill-advised quest for the MDiv -- when I was undergoing episodes of very severe, quite arguably pre-suicidal, clinical depression. So – for the benefit of those people, for “my mariners, souls that have toiled and wrought and thought with me” – I want to emphasize that the following column does not describe me as I am now. Quite the contrary. I am not in crisis. I am not depressed. I am not afflicted with suicidal ideation – a term I came to know all too intimately during the “winter of [my] discontent”. So those of you
This is an excellent article on presidential power to levy tariffs and to grant pardons. But the article opens out onto an issue that dramatizes why Donald Trump is not a President within the liberal-democratic, rights-centric, Enlightenment-based nature of the American, in fact, the entire Western, political culture. In fact, not only is Trump not a part of that system, he is as alien to that political tradition as, say, a rhesus monkey is alien to a cantaloupe: they are simply radically different kinds of things.
The structure of the Constitution incorporates certain aspects that the Framers selectively imported from the European, especially British, Enlightenment and deliberately built in, and that they intended in 1787 to be the strengths of the Constitution. These stre
I lost one of my furbabies this week. The first time we met Darby, she was on the highest shelf in the office belonging to the person who had posted the ad we were answering. She was just a kitten and terrified, but when we got her home, she met her new brothers Bill and Isaac and her sister Zoe. Suddenly life wasn't so scary anymore. She loved them. and they might as well have been littermates.
Not long after that, Bill went to Rainbow Bridge. Zoe followed not too long after. Isaac and Darby were "buds." My partner brought Morgan home after finding her in a parking lot near her workplace. She apparently thought I could let a small baby kitty go to a new home after she had come into our apartment. Morgan tried turning the house upside down (she still does 13 years later), and Darby