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November 24, 2016
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!!! It's the first without my Mother on the planet. I'm Thankful to have had her as my one and only incredible Mom. On this holiday, I'm Thankful for so many reasons; My Wife and Three Daughters Ali, Elizabeth and Bella, chief among them. So, why the dystopian image?
We teach our kids about Pilgrims and Natives and Autumn Harvest feasts. I'm not sure if you guys are aware of it, but there is something happening in North Dakota right now, not just awful but something truly unjust, commonly referred to as the Dakota Access Pipeline (DAPL).
November 10, 2016
First, I'm fine. We are all fine. Devastation and hysteria aren't useful. Shock and dismay are disingenuous. Heartbreak and sadness are easier to understand. This was predictable and feared, if not predicted. For millennia, White Men have never willingly yielded power. Last night was no different. Women, Minorities and Millennials simply didn't care ENOUGH, in sufficient numbers to show up. Tens of millions cared deeply, but fewer millions than in the past took the interest or the time to vote (5 million fewer than in 2012).
September 23, 2016
Cuanto más odia la gente a Hillary, absolutamente más la amo. Estamos bajo el agujero del conejo, estamos en el lado oscuro de la luna, estamos perdidos en un desierto en este punto de las Elecciones Presidenciales del 2016. Me gustaría poder decir que ya ni siquiera reconozco mi país, pero sí lo hago. Este sueño febril de la locura ciudadana es demasiado familiar.
September 22, 2016
The more that people hate on Hillary, the more I absolutely love her. We are down the rabbit hole, we’re on the dark side of the moon, we’re lost in the desert at this point in the Presidential Election of 2016. I wish I could say that I don’t even recognize my country anymore, but I do. This fever dream of civic insanity is all too familiar.
Donald Trump is not clever. He’s just dumb enough to wreck our political system for sport. He’s using 3rd grade, “I know you are but what am I” school yard tactics and “the media” is now totally incapable of dealing with it. The amount of times that hosts and pundits call out his lies is only surpassed by Trump surrogates and the even more pernicious lies they offer in his defense. Worse than that, every single day, this clumsy political oaf is thundering across the body politic, suppressing logic, co-opting any real chance at discussion and completely, alarmingly inverting and obliterating good sense and the right and natural order of things.
August 5, 2016
My grandfather fought in the Second World War, and then drove a taxicab and died of alcoholism. My grandmother was a seamstress during the war and suffered from mental illness. Their youngest of three children, my mother—Patty Duke—was discovered as an actress, and won an Academy Award for her portrayal of Helen Keller in The Miracle Worker when she was thirteen. And in one generation, the extraordinary potential of success that American life affords manifested.
My mother became a very outspoken activist on a whole host of issues, including gay rights, and obviously, with playing Helen Keller, she advocated for hearing and vision-impaired services. She was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in her midlife and she spent probably the most important of her political and activist work on mental health advocacy, destigmatizing manic depression. She was president of the Screen Actors Guild, with Ronald Reagan before her, and so I grew up in a house where America had a super capital ‘A.’ And my brothers and I were raised to believe that the greatness of this country is available to everybody, and should be fought for, and enjoyed by everybody.
minutes in the vox
In New York, Sean found someone to talk to to find out what issues are important to her and to find out if she is confident that the government can fix these problems.
Sean is still in DC and joined by a husband and husband team one working at the New Organizing Institute and the other at Fitzgibbon Media. Both work with progressive leaders to help them to tell their story.