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An Espionage Act Defendant’s Perspective on Donald Trump Facing the Same Charges

It doesn’t take much to shock me, but that Donald Trump has been charged with violating the Espionage Act has me unequivocally astonished. I can’t say that I have many, if any commonalities with current or former presidents and I certainly take no pride in the shared tribulation I have with Donald. It’s not so much the fact of someone being charged with violating the Espionage Act (a sad reality that is only increasing), it is that a former president has been so charged. This development has me thinking of the profound shock expressed as “Et tu Brute?” by Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar as he was being assassinated by the Roman Senate conspirators. Whereas Caesar’s shock was founded upon being betrayed by one he trusted, mine is founded upon the seeming, at least initial, equal application of the Espionage Act rather than any associative sense of brotherhood. That Donald was charged with the same crime I was alleged has me pondering, “Et tu, Donald?” More

The Tesla Take on Sharing the Wealth

Elon Musk’s share-the-wealth inclinations, Tesla workers can attest, don’t extend much beyond Tesla’s executive suites. Workers at Tesla plants all labor without union contracts. They earn per hour from Tesla about one-third less than what workers at Detroit’s unionized Big Three auto makers are making. More

The Clock is Ticking: What Awaits the U.S. After the 2024 Election?

November 5, 2024, is the scheduled date for the next presidential election.  Of course, it’s too early to predict who will win, but it can be useful to speculate. Given where things stand today and no disruptive developments occur, Joe Biden will run for reelection on the Democratic Party ticket and Donald Trump will attempt More

Letter from London: the Performative Cruelty of a Scamming Exercise

‘I guess I’m just so used to shit happening because nothing good happens anymore,’ grinned the artist last week through proverbial gritted teeth. It was the long-distance — and long-winded — scam just tried on her which explained the mood. Though unsuccessful, it had not bred compassion in the home. Just then, the artist’s favourite Swedish white mug full of tea slipped from her hands, giving the old chaos theory a go. Very unlike her, I was thinking. I heard it hit the floorboards. It is the mug that never breaks. ‘Just like me,’ smiled the artist, picking it up, unbroken. She was back. Then she remembered the scam again: ‘Makes me feel sick,’ she spat venomously. More