Author: Aaron Barlow

At a quarter after five this afternoon (Sunday, October 23), I was driving on Route 222 south of Reading, heading for Lancaster.  The stretch of road I was on is under construction, two lanes instead of four, with a tall concrete barrier on the west side separating us from where a new cement roadway was being poured.  Traffic was heavy, but moving at a good clip, considering that we had all been funneled into the narrow roadway.

There was a gap in traffic heading north, the opposite direction.  The next car coming was a black SUV, a Jeep.  Suddenly, it swerved into our lane.

While most right-wing leaders may be opportunists and cads, many of their supporters, it seems, are not quite that conniving.

So, once again, the generals are being forced to follow the army.

For those of you here who missed it, BooMan contributed an important diary to dKos the other day, a response to a complaint by Kos that (as Phil Ochs wrote in another context) “demonstrations are a drag”–and to...

If I were founding a university I would begin with a smoking room; next a dormitory; and then a decent reading room and a library. After that, if I still had more money that I couldn’t use, I would hire a professor and get...

Early afternoon, hot and dusty:  Bob Dunbar and I sat under a tree listening to gunfire.  Like waves lapping at a beach, it neared and receded rhythmically.  We were tired, filthy, and more than a little on edge....