In an era of post-tribal politics, personalities have failed to convince me. Going into this election, the pain of choice is unavoidable
Today is election day, and agony. I was brought up to treat the ballot as sacramental. That stubby pencil on its greasy string was democracy’s Excalibur, the magic sword that tamed the game of thrones, and won power for the people. If we dared ask my father how he voted, he would say men had fought and died for the secrecy of the ballot. He would no...
Published on June 07, 2017 22:00