Thanks to how they’ve timed their visit to me, my parents are missing their local No Kings event for the first time since Trump 2.0 began. I feel vaguely guilty about it, but they insist it’s not an issue and have even purchased me a circular saw, as one does for one’s daughter.
When researching my most recent podcast episode on the Book of Job, I came across some thoughts from Benjamin Franklin that seemed appropriate to share here this morning.


