In a normal world, the president would be leading us in public grief. In Trumpworld, the president mostly worries about how many deaths he can survive and still win.
Molly Jong-Fast is an editor-at-large for the Daily Beast, and the author of three books.
These men keep being shocked that they’ve been canceled. They keep thinking it must be some kind of mistake that they can correct.
Testing and tracing are just a Democratic conspiracy. Go out. Go to bars. Spread disease. Sorry, grandma, you've had a good run.
When even some of my sophisticated Manhattan friends start maybe buying into that Plandemic video, I know we’re screwed.
The president has told advisers that his wearing a mask would send the wrong message. Right. Like he believes in science.
They’re thrilled that the other guy finally has a sexual-misconduct allegation of his own—so thrilled that they’ve let their true motives slip.
Last Thursday was rock bottom. Then he was going to stop. But Monday night, he was back at it, proving that he can never stop.
Maybe the former reality-TV host feels a little threatened by tough women who don’t follow the script the way women “should”? It’s possible.
Melania could be out there sewing masks, visiting caregivers, working at a food bank—whatever. That’s what first ladies do during crises. So where is she?