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Anything is Possible

Dateline: Washington, D.C., Inauguration Day 2021.

As President Joe Biden looks out over the empty windswept National Mall and into the living rooms of 325 million Americans, pumping a message of healing and unity, the odds of his successโ€”of Americaโ€™s successโ€”could not be longer.

Rahm Emanuel recently framed it like this: โ€œLincoln had the Civil War, Wilson had the pandemic, Roosevelt had the Depression, and LBJ had the civic unrest of the 1960s . . . Biden has all four.โ€

Sobering thought. And this is not even factoring in the bridge-mending that will have to be done with our allies, addressing our crumbling infrastructure, reigniting faith in our cratering institutions, negating the inroads that Putin and the Russians have made into our election system, improving health care, solving immigration, passing criminal justice reform, managing the opioid crisis . . .

And he must do it while navigating the smoke and noise of a sensationalist, hyperventilating media, as well as the conspiracy theorists, the Trump loyalists, the extreme wing of his own Democratic party, and the binary reality of modern American politics where one side needs the other to fail.

This will no doubt be an extremely tough task.

But he wanted it. He earned it. Fought through the field in a packed primary, survived one particularly brutal debate, an election night that dragged on for days, an iconoclastic incumbent who refused to accept defeat, and an attempted insurrection, all to arrive at this moment in history. Now here he is. Here we are. The question is: where are we going?

One of the many frustrating themes of the outgoing Trump regime was its disdain for the truth. They coined the phrase โ€œalternative factsโ€ from the jump, and it would become a cornerstone of the administration for the duration. In order for us to find our way out of the wilderness, the truth needs to be magnetic north on our national compass.

Here are some hard truths that President Biden and congressional members of both parties must come to terms with over these next pivotal years:

โ€” Racism is a massive problem in this country, but no ethnicity has a monopoly on it. Double standards have become increasingly glaring in recent years and hate groups are using these as tools to recruit and indoctrinate Americaโ€™s alienated youth. If we continue down this road of highlighting the skin color of bad cops and unarmed victims only when it suits a certain narrative, weโ€™ll never disentangle ourselves from the baggage of our ancestors. We are Americans first. Black, white, brown, red, yellow, blue, whatever. Our histories and destinies are all entwined. And whenever any American kills another American, itโ€™s a sad day for us as a people.

โ€” Compromise needs to make a comeback. Special interest groups like Planned Parenthood and the NRA view any concession (the banning of third-trimester abortions, the banning of automatic assault rifles) as a slippery slope toward their own extinction. They use their money and influence to strong-arm senators into never giving an inch. This is no way to govern. The ability to work with those across the aisle is an asset, not a liability. We should demand it from our representatives.

โ€” American isolationism is bad for us and bad for the world. Bidenโ€™s former boss said it best: โ€œIf moral claims are insufficient for us to act as a continent implodes, there are certainly instrumental reasons why the U.S. and its allies should care about failed states that donโ€™t control their territories, canโ€™t combat epidemics, and are numbed by civil war and atrocity. It was in such a state of lawlessness that the Taliban took hold of Afghanistan. It was in genocidal Sudan that bin Laden set up camp for several years. Itโ€™s in the misery of some unnamed slum that the next killer virus will emerge . . .โ€ We are all connected. Thereโ€™s a reason why we helped establish organizations like the U.N., the IAEA, and the WHO. Our failure to lead over the last four years has created a vacuum where China has made significant gains. Do we really want an authoritarian government setting the international tone?

Our nation is often referred to as a โ€œdemocratic experiment.โ€ And lately weโ€™ve come dangerously close to having that experiment blow up in our faces. Free and fair elections, the peaceful transition of power, the right to assemble, free speech, due process . . . the very document that guarantees our liberty has come under attack. But weโ€™re still here. Still kicking. Still the gold standard for freedom. โ€œWe hold these truths to be self-evident . . .โ€ Thereโ€™s a reason people brave shark-infested waters and coyotes and narcos and ICE cages and miles of desert to get here. Hope. Anything is possible in America.

So now the nation, and much of the world, looks to Mr. Biden to orchestrate our comeback. It starts today. And his success is our success. Can we pull it off? Again, the odds are long. But I wouldnโ€™t bet against us.

โ€”January 2021

Big Deal

Long ago, in a political galaxy far, far away, a young Barack Obama uncorked his first term presidential pen to sign the Affordable Care Act into law; an historic event made all the more memorable by his then vice president leaning forward and declaring into a hot mic, โ€œThis is a big fuckinโ€™ deal man!โ€

That was my first time noticing Joe Biden. But as the years passed, I picked up little pieces of info in articles and interviews. His blue-collar upbringing, his stuttering problem as a child, the unimaginable tragedy of losing his first wife and daughter in a horrific car wreck, then losing his son Beau to cancer, and watching his other son Hunter succumb to addiction, sprinkle in a couple brain aneurisms along the way, and now this most recent very public decline… This is the human being behind the presidential seal. An American grandfather. An overcomer. The pride of Scranton, Pennsylvania.

It must have been extremely difficult for Joe to come to the conclusion that he was no longer the man for the job, to take the word of others when they told him he couldnโ€™t win. After all, heโ€™d been told this same thing for most of his life and had still risen to the most powerful office in the world.

Case in point: after serving two terms as Obamaโ€™s vice president, he was told not to run in 2016. His old boss supported Hillary that yearย .ย .ย . And the unthinkable happenedโ€”she lost to Donald Trump, a guy Biden went on to beat in 2020. And now in 2024 these same people are telling him he canโ€™t win? I see why his initial reaction was โ€œWatch me.โ€

In a more perfect world this elderly statesman, one of the last of his kind, would be treated with kindness by political opponents and allies alike as he makes his way through the last few months of a 50-year career in civil service. A farewell tour for an American legend. The 46th President of the United States.

With all the misinformation and political rhetoric of an election season, many of his administrationโ€™s triumphs have gone unnoticed. True enough, he gets an F on the southern border and an F on Afghanistan, but we dodged a recession that last year economists were saying was inevitable, our post-Covid economy is recovering faster than any other nation in the world, unemployment is at a record low, the stock market is hitting record highs, violent crime is down more than 20% from this time last year. Then thereโ€™s the Inflation Reduction Act that is simultaneously rebuilding the countryโ€™s crumbling infrastructure and the historic CHIPS Act that is designed to wrestle back the superconductor industry from overseas and stamp โ€œMade in the USAโ€ on the worldโ€™s microchips in the coming decade . . .

But Joe Bidenโ€™s greatest contribution to date might be his final contribution. Where his opponents would deny election results and stoke violence in efforts to cling to power, he released it in the best interest of democracy. We may be too close to see it right now. But somewhere down the winding road of history, some future historian might point to this very moment and describe it in Bidenโ€™s colorful language . . .

โ€œThis is a big fucking deal man!โ€

โ€”July 21, 2024

The Law of Momentum: Part Two

Ah, momentum. Such a fickle and mercurial force. Just ask any athlete. Or anyone who gambles on sports.

One minute youโ€™re rolling, racking up chunk yardageโ€”rushing touchdowns, passing touchdowns, forced fumbles, pick-sixes; while across the field it looks like someone put Xanax in the Gatorade.

But then, just before halftime, the opposing team makes a goal line stand, followed by a kickoff return for a touchdown to begin the third quarter, followed by a bone-crunching sack on your QB resulting in a fumble deep in your own territory. Suddenly you look up and what once appeared to be a blowout is only a one possession game with ample time left on the clock.

What happened? Momentum shifted.

For almost a month, beginning with President Bidenโ€™s incoherent debate performance and all throughout the mounting pressure campaign from his party to give up the car keys, the Trump candidacy has been ringing up yardage and points, riding a wave of momentum that soared even higher in the aftermath of an assassination attempt and reached a thunderous crescendo during last weekโ€™s RNC.

But a couple hours ago, the news broke that President Biden announced he is bowing out of the game and turning over the football to Vice President Harris.

Enter the goal line stand . . . Or the Hail Mary.

Democrats now have a month to get their shit together and generate some momentum before their Chicago convention in August. For all his recent traction in the battleground states of Michigan, Pennsylvania, and Wisconsin, Trump is still well within shouting distance. And despite a brilliant campaign being run by strategist Susie Wiles and company, he remains the most polarizing figure in politics. His kneejerk response to Bidenโ€™s announcement felt dickish and mean-spirited. A return to form. So much for recent spiritual awakenings. Maybe itโ€™s just his competitive nature, but I think he missed an opportunity to show some good sportsmanship and wish a rapidly declining elderly statesman well. While moments like these may appeal to his base, they could alienate potential voters and further stall momentum.

Today, the race still appears to be Trumpโ€™s to lose. But the next 100 days just got interesting. Like I mentioned in โ€œLaw of Momentum: Part One,โ€ with a little enthusiasm and a successful convention, a month from now we could be asking, โ€œDid Republicans peak too early?โ€

Weโ€™re about to find out.

โ€”July 21, 2024

The Law of Momentum: Part One

โ€œWhoa…There is absolutely no way that the Republican Party can ever come back from this…โ€

These were my thoughts as I watched the hyperventilating news coverage of January 6th. In retrospect, Iโ€™m sure I said this with my arms crossed and a smug look on my face, casting sideways told-you-so glances at the other inmates in the dayroom. There are few things in this world as satisfying as being rightโ€”and the majority of these things are beyond the reach of prisoners. So, I was enjoying my little victory lap.

Of course, I was also thinking โ€œthis is a dark day for Americaโ€ and โ€œI canโ€™t believe this happening hereโ€ yada yada . . . But mostly I was relishing the nationally televised unravelling while mentally waving bye-bye to the clown car of congressional sycophants and enablers that had started popping up in DC ever since the man Himself came down the escalator.

Fast forward three and one half years . . .

As the balloons fell over the Fiserv arena in Milwaukee and the final words of Donald Trumpโ€™s 90-minute speech echoed throughout America and the world; on a night that featured a black, female, lifelong Democrat school teacher from North Carolina, a powerful monologue from son Eric, a shot of adrenaline from Hulk Hogan, a fist-pumping performance from Detroitโ€™s Kid Rock, and a testosterone-fueled introduction from the UFCโ€™s Dana White; with the crowd on their feet cheering for their bandaged candidate, five days after an assassination attempt, projecting strength and calm, surrounded by his wife, children and grandchildrenย .ย .ย . The Republican Party looks anything but dead. On the contrary, they look unified.

Contrast those imagesโ€”all the strength and momentum and clarity of messageโ€”against the disarray and dysfunction of the Democratic Party. Whoโ€™s their leader? A โ€œwell-meaning elderly gentleman with memory issuesโ€ currently offline with Covid, but even on his most lucid days, a man who has difficulty illustrating the successes of his administration? A low-polling, former prosecutor Vice President who made a career out of disproportionately incarcerating the same demographic she would need to win? A young and charismatic governor from one of the battleground states? At this point it feels like Democrats are already four touchdowns behind with only minutes left in the game. Is a quarterback change really going to help? Maybe. Theoretically, if they went into their August convention with a candidate who could generate enthusiasm, a month from now we could be asking, โ€œDid Republicans peak too early?โ€ But on the day after the RNC, that sure feels like a longshot. Iโ€™m not even certain Michelle Obama could win this election.

Personally, Iโ€™d let Biden go out on his own terms. Iโ€™d treat him with the honor and dignity and respect he deserves. Then after the inevitable blowout loss, Iโ€™d go back to the drawing board, do a full postmortem on a party that has lost its way and begin the rebuild project. With the average American as its cornerstone and a message of hope and prosperity as its polestar.

Seems like a daunting task with all the momentum flowing in the other direction. Iโ€™m sure the MAGA strategists were feeling the same way in the aftermath of January 6th with the subsequent raids and indictments and underwhelming midterms. But if the rise and fallโ€”and rise and fallโ€”and rise (with a clenched fist) of Donald Trump has taught us anything, it is thisย .ย .ย . In America, anything is possible.

โ€”July 19, 2024

Not Your Father’s Party

โ€œI didnโ€™t leave the Democratic Party . . . The Democratic Party left me.โ€

I was surprised to hear this quote attributed to Ronald Reagan. Widely acknowledged as the greatest Republican of the modern era, I just assumed he was a lifer. Not a convert. Makes me wonder what turned him off. What was the tipping point? Vietnam? Roe v. Wade? The Carter-era recession?

Imagine how he would feel today. Democrats are about 1,000 clicks to the left of where they were back when he was roaming the halls of the White House. I barely recognize them, and Iโ€™ve been leaning leftward since I first heard the words criminal justice reform. What do you think Mr. Reagan would make of drag queen story hour or woke twitter or gender-neutral pronouns? No matter where you fall on the political spectrum, I think we can agree on what the great manโ€™s reaction might be. Something along the lines of Wtf?

But I doubt he would he recognize the Republican Party either. Not this 2024 version. I know I sure as hell donโ€™t. And Iโ€™m not even talking about the tattoo-faced influencers addressing the once puritanical Republican National Convention. Or Hulk Hogan. Iโ€™m talking policy . . . core beliefs . . . political philosophy.

All my life, Republicans have been hawkish on war and interventionism while also pro-Wall Street and big business. They were the boring old adults in the room who served as a check on those wild-eyed liberals with their radical ideas. Democrats, on the other hand, once represented the anti-war movement abroad and at home, and marched in lockstep with the unions. While their โ€œtrickle-down-economicsโ€ Republican counterparts fought for the fat bottom lines of Americaโ€™s corporate world, Democrats fought for the working man.

Those days are over.

I was blown away on Monday night when Sean Oโ€™Brien of the Teamsters union addressed the RNC. And he pulled zero punches. A crowd that earlier booed patron saint of Kentucky Mitch McConnell, applauded when this guy spoke of corporate greed and fair wages. Applauded. Then on Wednesday night, Ohio Senator and Vice President hopeful J.D. Vance exalted the American worker and took a decided swipe at โ€œWall Street barons.โ€ He also laid into a government that sent young men off to die in Iraq, and he is probably the most vocal senator when it comes to defunding the war effort in Ukraine.

Iโ€™m not sure what the endgame is. A lot of that depends on their fearless leader who, like Reagan, recently survived an assassination attempt. One thing is clearโ€”this is not your fatherโ€™s Republican Party.

โ€”July 18, 2024

July 13

โ€œThere are decades when nothing happens and weeks when decades happen,โ€ Lenin once said. I think America just experienced one of those weeks.

First, we had the Clooney op-ed in the New York Times imploring President Biden to bow out of the election, followed by speculation on MSNBCโ€™s Morning Joe and other outlets that Obama was behind it all, followed by the unscripted press conference that Biden called to quell rumors about the decline of his cognitive ability, which had not even begun when he mistakenly introduced Ukrainian President Zelensky as โ€œPresident Putinโ€ at a NATO Summit. But all these will be minor footnotes in the annals of history compared with what happened at the end of the week.

Saturday, July 13, 2024. 6:15pm EST. Like the space shuttle Challenger, the OJ verdict, 9-11, and January 6th, I think itโ€™s safe to say that most Americans will remember exactly where they were when they saw the footage of the attempted assassination of Republican nominee and former President Donald Trump. The speech, the shots, the screams, the blood, the raised fist, the chants of โ€œUSA!โ€

Twenty-four hours later, Iโ€™m sitting on the floor of my cell trying to process it all. The ripple effects. The crossroads at which our nation finds itself. The danger, the heroism, the firefighter dad who lost his life, the other two people who were critically injured, the shouts at the press, โ€œYou did this!โ€, the motive of the 20-year-old shooter, and above it all, the iconic image of the bloodied former President saying โ€œFight! Fight!โ€ as he was whisked into the armored Beast by the Secret Service.

Lots to unpack.

But one thing feels certain here on the eve of the Republican National Convention. The bullet that miraculously grazed Donald Trumpโ€™s ear on Saturday evening was a direct hit on the already floundering Biden campaign.

โ€”July 15, 2024

American Exports

An American wearing a "Made in America" t-shirt and holding an American flag.

Iโ€™ve been playing a lot of guitar lately. One of the perks of federal prison. The lead guitarist of the band Iโ€™m in is named Vinny. At first, I wondered if he was Italian, but it turns out that Vinny is not short for Vincenzo. Itโ€™s a nickname. Short for Venezolano. Heโ€™s from Venezuela.

If right now youโ€™re thinking โ€œUh oh. Venezuelan immigrant. Bad hombre alert . . .โ€ thatโ€™s understandable, I guess. Between some of the recent tragic news stories and Trumpโ€™s alarmist, broad-brush declarations of murderers and rapists, itโ€™s easy to dismiss entire nationalities as horrible people. But for the record, dude is the exact opposite of all that. A gentle spirit who loves rock-n-roll, hates drugs, and teaches a GED class in the education building.

The other night after two hours of Skynyrdโ€™s โ€œSimple Man,โ€ Claptonโ€™s โ€œCocaine,โ€ Stone Temple Pilotsโ€™, โ€œPlushโ€ and Velvet Revolverโ€™s โ€œFall to Pieces,โ€ we were unplugging amps and wrapping mic cords when he started telling me about a Guns Nโ€™ Roses concert in Caracas in the early โ€™90s. The venue was one of those massive South American soccer stadiums. When Axl sat down at the grand piano and played the opening notes of โ€œNovember Rain,โ€ the sky opened up and a light drizzle began to fall over the 100,000 people in attendance.

As he was telling me this story, I tried to imagine all those G Nโ€™ R fans down near the equator. Which made me think of the time I heard Shakira, the pop star from across the Venezuelan border in Colombia, cover AC/DCโ€™s โ€œBack in Black.โ€  Then I remembered that Kim Jong Il was a huge Elvis fan and that his son, Kim Jong Un, loves the former Chicago Bull, Dennis Rodman. Muhammad Aliโ€™s Thriller in Manilla and Rumble in the Jungle, Michael Jacksonโ€™s Bad world tour, Leviโ€™s jeans, Coca-Cola, Motown, muscle cars, baseball, breakdancing, Mississippi Delta blues, Metallica, the Empire State Building, Microsoft, Google, Amazon . . .

Once upon a time, this nationโ€™s greatest export wasnโ€™t any single commodity. It was what rock-n-roll and Leviโ€™s and Coca-Cola represented: The American Spirit. We were the envy of the world. A shining example of everything a free country could be. And as a result, the Berlin wall came down, the cold war ended without a shot being fired, and McDonaldโ€™s started popping up all over what was once the U.S.S.R.

But think about it. What have we been exporting lately? School shootings, Capitol riots, border chaos, Fentanyl overdoses, MSNBC, Fox News, hate, division, a citizenry at each otherโ€™s throats…

I remember being shocked when the news broke about a horrific school shooting in Thailand last year. Thailand? This was followed by a similar incident in Prague, the first in that countryโ€™s history. How many capitol riotsโ€”or โ€œsightseeing tours,โ€ if you preferโ€”have there been since January 6, 2021? I know of at least two: one in Brazil not too long afterward, and there was another last week in Kenya. Coincidence? Probably.

But itโ€™s no coincidence that far right movements and authoritarian strongmen are popping up all over the globe. In the great geopolitical game of Follow the Leader, America sets the tone.  We are the worldโ€™s longest running democracy. And for decades our quality of life has been the most powerful argument against dictatorships, autocracies, and communist systems of government.

Liberty, Justice, Honor, Opportunityโ€”these are more than just flowery ideals. They are what make us uniquely US. And they are what inspires the rest of the world to want to be like us. The hope and promise of freedom is our greatest export. Letโ€™s not piss it away.

โ€”July 12, 2024

Cruel and Unusual

Teenager legs with jeans and sneakers dangling from a wall.

The Supreme Court recently agreed to hear arguments in their next term about a Tennessee law that restricts surgeries for transgender minors as well as other treatments like puberty blockers and hormones.

Am I missing something here? This should be the easiest decision in the history of the high court. A 9-0 slam dunk and an early lunch for the justices.

Tennesseeโ€™s Attorney General said the state wants to โ€œensure that potentially irreversible sex-transition procedures are not provided to young people who may not fully grasp the lifelong consequences and risks.โ€

It speaks volumes about the overall health of our nation that such a thing would require a law. Much less warrant a Supreme Court battle. My only question isโ€”Is eighteen even old enough to grasp the finality and magnitude of such a decision?

As someone who closely follows SCOTUS rulings in cases involving LWOP sentences (life without parole) for young offenders, Iโ€™ll concede that at the moment the legal answer is yes. But a growing amount of neuroscientific research and findings say otherwise. Many of these specialists have written amicus briefs for the court contending that the age at which the adolescent brain reaches maturity is actually closer to 25.

Most conservatives would agree that Justice Sotomayor is the most liberal justice on the court. I like her. Always have. And I usually agree with her. Check out what she has to say about the juvenile brain in her scathing dissent of Jones v. Mississippi, a case where the conservative majority ruled 6โ€“3 in upholding the life sentence of a fifteen-year-old.

โ€œ. . . First, as any parent knows and as scientific and sociological studies have confirmed, juveniles are less mature and less responsible than adults which often results in impetuous and ill-considered actions and decisions. Second, juveniles are more vulnerable and susceptible to negative influences and outside pressures and have less control over their own environment. Finally, the character of a juvenile is more transitory than that of an adult…โ€

These three signature hallmarks of youth are not merely the observations of the courtโ€™s most liberal justice in a fiery dissent. They are stare decisis. Established law. The landmark decision in Roper v. Simmons (2005) uses these same characteristics to outlaw the death penalty for minors. Graham v. Florida (2011) relies on them to ban life sentences for non-homicide juvenile offenders. Miller v. Alabama (2012) held that a mandatory life sentence for any juvenile defendant, regardless of the crime, is unconstitutional. In the courtโ€™s opinion, this violated 8th Amendment protections against cruel and unusual punishment.

I donโ€™t know about you, but itโ€™s hard for me to imagine anything more cruel and unusual than a doctor performing a double mastectomy on a confused teenage girl . . . A girl who may feel strongly about something today, only to have those feelings fade entirely by the next school year.

Againโ€”

  • Less maturity resulting in ill-considered actions and decisions
  • More vulnerability and susceptible to outside pressures
  • Character that is more transitory than that of an adult

A season of Hello Kitty turns to Roblox turns to varsity soccer. Blond hair and braces in middle school become a dyed black pixie cut and a nose ring in the eleventh grade. Kids go through multiple phases on the road to adulthood. They are works in progress constantly falling for the illusion that they are finished products.

Maybe this is an oversimplification of a more complex issue. I wonโ€™t pretend to know what itโ€™s like to be a teenager in 2024, with all the pressures of high school and social media. And I definitely donโ€™t know what it feels like to be convinced that the opposite sex is trapped in my body.

But I know exactly how it feels to be isolated . . . to feel anxious and awkward and dissatisfied with life, to seek an identity other than white boy Chris; be it musician, drug addict, armed robber, or Malcolm Ivey. I know how it feels to hurt. For years. And what it is like to eventually find peace. To reconcile inner with outer. No surgery required.

America has been failing her children for quite some time. Check out the massive carbon footprint weโ€™re leaving. The leaders we elect. The examples we set. I recently read a study that found that over thirty percent of adolescent girls have considered suicide in their short lives, a rate that rivaled that of combat veterans. This should not be. Not in the greatest country in the history of the world. Saving our kids is the most important issue on the docket these days.

There is no them. Only us.

โ€”July 10, 2024

Help Is on the Way

Image of Senator John Fetterman, rooftop with an Israeli flag.
John Fetterman, rooftop with an Israeli flag.

Iโ€™ll admit it. Iโ€™ve been having a slight existential crisis these last few months. Part of it is due to the fact that I spend most of my days locked in a cell listening to Fox News Radio. Not exactly easy listening for moderate Democrats. Of course, I flip over to NPR occasionally but hearing Terry Gross politely interview some lesbian poet just lacks the apocalyptic pyrotechnics of Jesse Kelly raving about the โ€œDemonic Left.โ€

Another contributing factor is the growing fatigue from arguing with my fellow prisoners that despite Trumpโ€™s First Step Act, despite his endless bemoaning the Justice Department and court system, despite his pardoning of Kodak and Weezy, and despite his own recent criminal convictions; a meandering and geriatric Biden is still the better choice for President, if only for the District, Appellate, and Supreme Court judges he will appoint.

If this sounds like a hard sell, you have no idea.

Recently I wrote about mental maps and how often we ignore incoming information simply because it runs counter to the story we are telling ourselves in our heads. For years, I have rejected the narrative that modern American conservatism has the market cornered when it comes to strength and masculinity. In the face of almost every other song on country music radio, every Clay Travis and Buck Sexton mention of โ€œliberal wimpiness,โ€ every cringe-inducing progressive squad soundbite from Capitol Hillโ€”I have stood firm.

But a few weeks ago, a couple back-to-back news stories forced me to pull my bald head from the proverbial sand. The first was about Trump getting a standing ovation at a Jersey UFC fight. The second was about an LGBTQ parade. These diametrically opposed headlines illustrate and underscore the gravitational force of the Republican Party on the American everyman, regardless of race.

In reality, true strength transcends party affiliation. Picture a soldier carrying a fallen comrade off the battlefield, a cop wading into danger to protect innocent lives, a dad pulling sixty-hour work weeks to support his family, a grandmother taking in the children of incarcerated and addicted parents . . . As I read back over these examples, it occurs to me that there is a parallel through-line running side by side with my understanding of strengthโ€”selflessness.

If you are one of the few remaining American male Democrats, and youโ€™re reading this, itโ€™s what drew us to the party, right? Human rights, civil rights, workersโ€™ rights, the elderly, the poor, the marginalized, the mentally ill, and for me at least, the prisoner. Stalwart souls who dedicate their lives to championing the rights of fellow struggling citizens are unbelievably strong. They are unsung American heroes. Badasses.

But again, perception trumps reality. And the current perception is that real men make their political home on the right. The party of God, guns, and country. The party of hard work and cold beer. While on the emasculated left, we have what? Transgender bathroom rights and Palestinian protests.

Recent polls show Trump leading in every battleground state and making significant inroads into long-held Democratic strongholds. Pundits will claim this is due to Bidenโ€™s incoherent debate performance, and the party appears to be on the verge of a palace coup to unseat him as the 2024 presidential nominee. But while a quarterback change this late in the fourth might be enough to pull off a thrilling came-from-behind victory in Novemberโ€™s electoral Super Bowl, long-term there are other problems that can no longer be ignored. Not just messaging problems. Core, fundamental, philosophical problems. One of which is that in their burning desire to appear all-inclusive, the DNC has effectively excluded the American male.

Although my access to the free world is limited, I doubt I am the first to have grappled with this. In this nation of 330 million, Iโ€™m sure there are other centrists, moderates, independents, and never-Trumpers feeling this way. If so, take heart. A six-foot-eight, pro-Israel, criminal-justice-reforming, glimmer of hope has arrived . . . in a hoodie and shorts.

John Fetterman might just save the Democratic Party.

โ€”July 4, 2024