Much of America has come a long distance, and not in a good way, to equating one man’s interests with America’s.

When Washington politicians speak of a Christmas tree this time of year, they are not referring to an actual tree. It means they’ve loaded up a bill with another kind of “green,” the kind that’s decorated with money.

Every time any of us looks out the kitchen window, glances into the backyard sky or drives down an empty highway, we can believe we might see that one glowing light that changes everything.

The first major interventions in this Christmas favorite were made by Charles Fenno Hoffman, who in 1837 ascribed the poem to Clement Clarke Moore: Hoffman changed “Blixem” to “Blixen,” for a perfect rhyme, and “Dunder” to “Donder.”

Donald Trump has turned the U.S. government into one giant pacifier to calm his fear of seeming less than all-powerful.

Though president-elect, internationally Trump’s already perceived as president.

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The fear is not that Patel will defang an institution he finds so nefarious but rather that he will turn it on new targets.

Republicans clearly want to adopt the white Marine veteran who strangled a threatening Black passenger on a New York City subway car.

We are already re-entering a period when enemies of the United States have to be scared or nervous, not knowing how far they can push us, or what will happen if they do. And that’s exactly where Donald Trump wants them.