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A Weekend Read: The Atlanta Trials & Race

You Can’t Talk About Trump’s Georgia Case Without Talking About Racism

TIME Magazine — IDEAS
Janell Ross is the senior correspondent on race and identities for TIME.
Janell Ross, TIME Magazine

As the final bars of Lee Greenwood’s “God Bless the USA” filled the room, former President Donald Trump took the stage in Windham, N.H. The audience, many of them white New Englanders and veterans, chanting “U-S-A, U-S-A, U-S-A” had to settle a bit before Trump could launch into a winding, military-themed speech at the August 8 campaign rally.

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Would Putin Be Arrested in Johannesburg?? We May Never Know

Gwynne Dyer — July 24, 2023

“Welcome to Joburg, Vlad— Oh, you are SO BUSTED!” [Sigh, not.]
An International Criminal Court member, South Africa is obligated to execute ICC arrest warrants

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Asa Hutchinson’s Big (But Forgotten) Good Deed; How It Failed, And Might Be Revived.

Donald Trump is not the first president Asa Hutchinson wanted, and tried, to take down.  Nor, I will contend, is he even the second.

Will the third (or fourth?) time be the charm for the man we could dub the Arkansas Charger? Continue reading Asa Hutchinson’s Big (But Forgotten) Good Deed; How It Failed, And Might Be Revived.

Quotes of [Early In] the Week


Borrowed from a note to Garrison Keillor:

Rows and flows of loosened hair
And vomit on the second stair
And catnip mousies everywhere
I’ve looked at cats that way

But then they lie and soak the sun
They purr and mew at everyone
They snuggle when the day is done
But cats get in the way

I’ve looked at cats from both sides now
Their heads, their butts and still somehow
Despite the things that I recall,
I really don’t know cats at all

Karen Rouda


We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don’t know. — W. H. Auden






After a lengthy, difficult committee session, a 76-year-old Quaker is sipping his drink in a coffee bar. Suddenly, a gorgeous young woman enters and sits down a few seats away. The girl is so attractive he can’t keep his eyes off her.

The young woman approaches the old man, looks him deep in the eyes, and says to him in a sultry tone: “I’ll do anything you’d like. Anything you can imagine in your wildest dreams. It doesn’t matter how extreme or unusual it is; I’m game. I want $200, and there’s another condition.”

The man asks what the condition is.

“You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words.”

The man takes a moment to consider the offer from the beautiful woman. He then whips out his wallet and puts twenty $10 bills in her outstretched hand.

He then looks her square in the eyes and says slowly and clearly:

“Paint our meetinghouse.”

Our needs change as we get older. Never underestimate how old Quakers can get things done.




Geography of the Heart

Teacher: Obadiah, can thee tell us where the Canadian border is?

Obadiah: Sure. He’s walking in the park with my older sister
Rebecca, and mother doesn’t trust his intentions one bit.

The Truth In Chains

A newly-installed governor of Pennsylvania made a quiet visit to a state prison, and spoke to inmates. One prisoner after another swore they were innocent and had been wrongly convicted.

Then he asked the last prisoner, “So, are you innocent too?”

But the youth replied, “No, Friend. I did wrong, stole some money, and was properly tried and sentenced.”

“You admit the crime?” the governor asked.

“Yes, Friend.”

The governor whipped out his pen and immediately signed a
pardon. “Get this crook out of here!” he roared at the guards.

The other prisoners started complaining loudly.”Hey!” was the common cry, “how can you let this confessed crook go, while we’re all stuck in here?“

The governor shrugged.

“Well,” he said, “I was afraid that evil guy would corrupt all you innocent lambs.”

Truth & Consequences

An old-fashioned Quaker minister lined up all his five gray-clad sons and stood in front of them. “Young Friends,” he said in a carefully-controlled voice, “who pushed the privy into the creek?”
No one answered.
The patriarch repeated the question, and was again met with a guarded silence.
“All right,” he said, “did I ever tell you the story of George
Washington and his father? George chopped down his father’s cherry tree, but he told the truth about it, and wasn’t punished. And they weren’t even Friends.”
Then he asked again, “Who pushed the privy over the cliff?”
To which the two youngest sons sheepishly admitted, “Father, we cannot tell a lie, we did it.”
Whereupon their father retrieved a short length of birch and administered them some physical eldering on the hinder parts.
When he was done, the two boys, rubbing their sore posteriors, asked, “Father, thee said that when George Washington told the truth, he
wasn’t punished. But we told the truth, and we got punished. How come, Father?”
Their father replied, “There’s a difference, young man.
Washington’s father was not IN the cherry tree when George chopped it down.”