When I lived in Houston, Texas, I worked evenings till about 1 a.m., and I would stay in bed the following morning till around 9. My wife would have already departed for her job, so I would be alone.
She would have scooped up The Wall Street Journal from our suburban lawn and left it inside for me. I would sit in the living room in a wing chair and read it. The previous night I would have read The Houston Chronicle because that’s where I worked.
I wish I still had access to The Wall Street Journal, but I don’t. No physical newspaper awaits me in the mornings because there is no home delivery. I don’t know if there is U.S.-style home delivery anywhere in Mexico. Or if it still exists above the Rio Bravo.
Now I get out of bed about 7 a.m., and I climb the stairs to the second floor, turn on the H-P All-in-One and read the news online. Mostly, I read these three in this order: Breitbart, Gateway Pundit, and the New York Post. The last one is more for chuckles than anything.
On very rare occasion, I open The New York Times and The Washington Post if I am curious about the Democrat Party’s line of the day.
This morning, Breitbart tells me the University of Rhode Island has decided not to destroy World War II murals, that Marvel Comics has Captain America saying the American Dream is a lie, that Albuquerque social studies “recommended books” for students are all about “race and queerness,” and that Cori Bush says July 4 is only for white people because black Americans still aren’t free.
This, she says, from her office in the U.S. Congress.
I also learn a Black Lives Matter chapter in Utah deems the American flag a “symbol of hatred.”
I open The New York Times, and see nothing of this. I do read “why record-breaking overnight temperatures are so concerning” and that a 14-year-old has become the first black American to win the spelling bee and that world economic leaders are meeting to finalize a global tax agreement and that “the G.O.P. heads further into the abyss.”
The NYT also seems to think Joe Biden is actually the president instead of being a Deep State figurehead stooge with downward spiraling dementia. And that woman with the desired skin tone and genitalia waits in the warm-up box. She’s known, like a villain in a Batman story, as The Cackler.
I weep for the nation. As should we all.