The news these past two days have filled with the revelation (though not unsurprising) that former Trump aides Paul Manafort, Rick Gates and George Papadopoulos have been indicted by Robert Mueller in response to the revelation of the connection to the Russian interference of the 2016 Presidential Election.
I could revel in the delicious idea that the threads are unraveling, but I will let The President Show and Randy Rainbow do it for me….
It’s not uncommon that women and men are still judged differently. Men have friends, have pals. They have an easy comradery. There is no backstabbing, no “frenemies”, no one clamoring to steal their friend’s spotlight or significant other. Women on the other hand, have been accusing of backstabbing, of gossiping and basically tearing their so-called “friends” apart.
I really enjoyed this book. I enjoyed it because not only did it remind me of the power of female friendship, it also reminded me of the power of female friendship when it comes to writing. I will warn, however, that to truly appreciate this novel, the reader needs to be aware of the life and work of the book’s subjects.
There was a terrorist attack today in New York City. A man (who shall be rendered nameless in the blog post and therefore powerless) drove into a crowd near the World Trade Center Memorial. It was mid afternoon. Students were getting out of school, many of them excited for their Halloween festivities. Adults were minding their own business when a man drove a rented Home Depot van down a busy bicycle path.
As of this evening, 8 innocent people are dead and others are injured.
The fact that this terrorist chose to kill civilians near the 9/11 memorial just adds to the grief of the families whose loved ones were needlessly taken from them. It also reminds me what a dangerous world we live in.
It also reminds me that New Yorkers have an inner strength that is always in the background. We survived 9/11. We survived Hurricane Sandy. We can survive this.
G-d bless the souls of the innocent lives lost, may their memories be a blessing to those who knew them best.