Mea culpa. I have to come clean. Try to learn something from my mistakes. I am hard on some of you #NeverTrumpers, but I was once something like you — a dedicated, self-satisfied, high conscience loser, waiting for America to catch up with my standards. It goes way back to 1972, when my mom had..
You won’t hear scripture quoted very much, over Sashimi in Santa Monica or among biscuit nibblers at the Yale Club in Manhattan; the words of the Bible make the well heeled and the hip look away, awkwardly, as though you were trying to sign them up for a multi-level marketing program. They see scripture as..