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What Trump Got Right About Andrew Jackson

There’s an old saying that even a broken clock is right twice a day. Of course that was pre-digital clocks. Now, a broken clock just stares at you with a blank face. The point is that it’s hard for anyone to be wrong all of the time. And sometimes, when talking about historical figures, what seems right at the time is wrong in hind-sight or vice versa. Exhibit A is

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N-Bombs

Okay, everybody get super frosty. I’m going to talk about the N word. You know the one I’m thinking of . . . the word is . . . nickel. Okay, I lie. It’s another word. One that has a long and hateful history. But I know better than to be a white man using the word indiscriminately in this space. Exhibit A is the trouble Bill Maher got into

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What Education Really Needs is Industrial Strength Voban

It was my first day of student teaching and I was feeling overwhelmed. I was wearing my only suit, which made me way overdressed and therefore feeling even more out of place. Adding to my discomfort was the fact that my cooperating teacher, as well as two thirds of the school, was out with the flu. And I had no lesson plans. I sat in the teacher chair with about

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Keyless in America

“Where in the hell is the damn church key?” yelled the senior football player. It was after midnight, the pony keg was empty, and it was time to break into the cases of beer. But a can opener was needed and could not be located using only the light of the fire. Someone found a flashlight and after digging around in the glove compartments of several cars, a bottle/can opener,

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Apparently, It’s Me

“So are you?” the clerk asked as she looked at my check. “Am I what?” I answered. “A parent,” she said as if I should have known. “Yes, I am,” I replied. “And I have been all of my life.” Inwardly, I sighed. People have been having fun with my surname all of my life. In school, whenever the teacher asked for parent volunteers, everyone nominated me. This became especially

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The Gross Anatomy of Colbert’s Joke

“Who’s on first?” the sixth grade boy said as the florescent orange rubber bands on his braces practically glowed in the increasing darkness. He eagerly awaited my response. “Yes,” I answered. There was a moment’s pause and then he looked confused. “But who’s on first?” he repeated. He wanted the routine to continue, unaware that he is the one responsible for that. “That’s right,” I answered. My teaching partner and

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