Trump supporters’ T-shirts and signs scream out the vulnerabilities making Hillary–and her husband–dangerous gambles for Democrats desperate for a winning nominee.
It’s nature’s “killing season,” when everything is tested; to participate in March’s explosion of new life, everything–animals, plants, appliances, careers, relationships–must first withstand February’s decay.
Last Wednesday at the Eugene Federal Building, I delivered, along with two dozen other climate activists, a letter to Those In Charge. What did I write to denizens of the shiny behemoth that seems better suited to the Death Star than to our liberal hamlet?
Since my Sun interview with Kathleen Dean Moore on “The Moral Urgency of Climate Change” hit newsstands and the web, I’ve received passionate responses from both friends and strangers.
Usually I try to ignore the football games, talking heads, and any image of Romney. But today, the cloud whorls on those cartoon-ish meteorological maps churn over the northeast, where 90% of my huge family and countless friends from my first 26 years hunker down from North Carolina to Maine. Everyone predicts chaos.