I bet you thought that the death of Phyllis Schafly yesterday at age 92 meant that we women are now permitted to evolve. To be free. To live our lives as we want.
But no. Like subsequent generations of Bushes, Cheneys, and Palins, there is another generation of Schaflys. Oh joy. Here’s an old piece on Suzanne Venker, Phil’s niece.
If you puke, you have to clean it up. Even if you’re a guy. ESPECIALLY if you’re a guy.
I take war pretty darn seriously when it comes, so I try to pay attention to the rumblings and rumors of yet another conflict. That way, I can be sure to make my feelings known.
That probably comes from the fact that when I was in 9th grade everybody in my entire school got on a bus and drove down to Washington DC to that huge rally on the Mall. Me and John C were the only two kids left behind. Spending a day with John C was NOT my idea of a good time, but my parents wouldn’t let me go. I’ve never gotten over it.
I DID make up for it though. In 2003 I saw Peter Paul & Mary live on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, singing Blowin’ in the Wind and Give Peace A Chance, just like they had back in 1971. We…
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