Holy Agent Orange! No sooner do I namecheck W.T. Huggett's great Vietnam novel Body Count, a book I haven't thought about in twenty years, than I see Huggett died two weeks ago. You can pick up a used copy of his only book for $1.32 at Amazon, and though I can't be confident in recommending anything I liked such a long time ago, I can say Body Count had everything I wanted in a book as a pre-pubescent: Marine Corps bildungsroman, war melodrama, visits to whorehouses, Brian's Song-style interracial male bonding, hilarious hillbillies with heavy weapons, voluminous detail about tactics, weapons, and equipment, menacing black nationalists with heavy weapons, and a whole lot more. I'm happy to read that Huggett seems to have had a good life as a Miami lawyer, and hope his former publisher or somebody else will take this opportunity to bring Body Count back out of print.
The Washington Post Tried To Memory-Hole Kamala Harris' Bad Joke About Inmates Begging for Food and Water
At a time when legacy publications are increasingly seen as playing for one political "team" or the other, this type of editorial decision will not do anything to fix that perception.
The new president availed himself of Seila Law v. Consumer Financial Protection Bureau.
Partisans who abandon constitutional principles because they prove inconvenient are in for a rude surprise when the other team wins.
The president could form a sizable splinter party if he's serious, but GOP defectors would have major ballot-access issues. Might they take over a smaller party instead?