About a dozen years ago, smack-dab in the middle of the Bush II administration’s misadventure in Iraq, a friend despairingly said to me, “I feel like everything I’m being told is a lie.” I shared her despair, which has, of course, returned—on steroids—during this year’s fraught, overwrought presidential campaign. I’m agitated hourly (no, make that every waking minute) by the thought that a shameless liar of Donald Trump’s magnitude might conceivably be elected to the world’s most powerful post, but, frankly, I’m also irritated by Hillary Clinton’s unbecoming lapses from the truth and her incurable (it appears) penchant for secrecy.
Thursday, July 14
Ginsburg said she might move to New Zealand
And not stay in the Land of the Free land
If Donald is president—
She might not be a resident
Of what will be the Party of Tea land.
“They say we get the leaders we deserve,” begins Frank Underwood’s Oval Office address to you, his loyal fourth wall, in a recent trailer for House of Cards. Season four of the Netflix show premieres tonight and, frankly, the timing couldn’t be more appropriate. As Underwood claws and scrapes his way to victory, so do our own presidential hopefuls. Soon, all the campaigns will blur. Fiction and reality will become one. If we play our cards wrong, this November we may end up with a fictional character for president.
Today is the first day of Diwali, the five-day Hindu “festival of lights” that celebrates the victory of good over evil. And in New York City—which boasts one of the largest Hindu populations outside of Asia—it’s a matter of great debate that the most important holiday in the Hindu religion is not recognized on the school calendar.