I like the fact that we, the anti-Trump multitudes, are being called The Resistance. My Moon in Sadge gets off on being anointed with this historically dignifying term.
All the same, maybe we shouldn’t capitalize it, just yet. It feels a bit presumptuous for American progressives, a relatively cosseted lot, to identify ourselves with the brave anti-fascists of the Greatest Generation.
But we have a grand fight on our hands, and could use all the morale boosting we can get.… click here to continue reading.