Here I find myself, in political no-man’s land, crouched behind a garbage can, keeping my head down while verbal bullets fly overhead – “fascist” from one side, “toxic empathy” from the other. Socrates is my hero. He would advise rational discourse.
Americans have good hearts and good heads; we just have trouble using them at the same time. Groupthink, partisanship and emotion layer onto what is already a complex equation. I suspect (or at least hope) that much of America is hiding here with me. So I grab two sheets of newsprint from the trash and scratch out notes to toss toward each… Read More in Real Clear Politics