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If Not Us, WHO????
Apr. 10th, 2025 08:56 amSo, Ty my old EW editor is on board, and his wife, the corporate lawyer, will help draft the 501(c)(3) (if it comes to that) and Cat is on board, and Public Policy Eleanor is on board.
In a couple of hours, I am scampering off to NYC for birthday celebrations with the BoyZ—Happy Birthday to Me-e-e-e-e!!! 73! Ugh. I am fuckin' old.
Tonight, we're going to an immersive theater production called Life & Trust, which should be The Big Fun—I ❤️LUV❤️ immersive theater—and then tomorrow, the Actual Day, I want to go to the Brooklyn Museum and the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens to see the cherry blossoms. Even though it will be raining.
And I will also, of course, be conscripting Ichabod to help with the project since he, too, is a public policy wonk and even graduated from his Mama's august public policy school.
When I get back, I will get to work on some kind of (brief) position paper while PP Eleanor does a background check. If there's already some organization or initiative that has the infrastructure in place to franchise voters, why reinvent the wheel? I will just throw my support to them.
But if there isn't...
It feels like an enormous, daunting task.
But if not us, who????
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Meanwhile, yesterday—since I sat in front of my computer all day Remunerating—I was treated to the headlines in Real Time, which was kind of awful.
Did Trump blink because China—and Japan, according to Reddit rumor—began dumping their U.S. treasuries? Or was this a dump then pump, insider-trading scheme from the start designed to make the grifting cronies even richer? Impossible to say.
And how do all those stealth bombers massed along Iran's borders factor into this?
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One nice thing: Someone who reads my Substack told me my writing reminded her of Hilary Mantel. An enormous compliment. And this is a stranger! Someone who does not know me personally. So that created a warm little glow.
In a couple of hours, I am scampering off to NYC for birthday celebrations with the BoyZ—Happy Birthday to Me-e-e-e-e!!! 73! Ugh. I am fuckin' old.
Tonight, we're going to an immersive theater production called Life & Trust, which should be The Big Fun—I ❤️LUV❤️ immersive theater—and then tomorrow, the Actual Day, I want to go to the Brooklyn Museum and the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens to see the cherry blossoms. Even though it will be raining.
And I will also, of course, be conscripting Ichabod to help with the project since he, too, is a public policy wonk and even graduated from his Mama's august public policy school.
When I get back, I will get to work on some kind of (brief) position paper while PP Eleanor does a background check. If there's already some organization or initiative that has the infrastructure in place to franchise voters, why reinvent the wheel? I will just throw my support to them.
But if there isn't...
It feels like an enormous, daunting task.
But if not us, who????
###
Meanwhile, yesterday—since I sat in front of my computer all day Remunerating—I was treated to the headlines in Real Time, which was kind of awful.
Did Trump blink because China—and Japan, according to Reddit rumor—began dumping their U.S. treasuries? Or was this a dump then pump, insider-trading scheme from the start designed to make the grifting cronies even richer? Impossible to say.
And how do all those stealth bombers massed along Iran's borders factor into this?
###
One nice thing: Someone who reads my Substack told me my writing reminded her of Hilary Mantel. An enormous compliment. And this is a stranger! Someone who does not know me personally. So that created a warm little glow.
