I signed a petition once, in a professional capacity, and regretted it straightaway. This was during the last election. Someone who knew that I despised Donald Trump as a public figure—I don’t know him as anything else—gave my name to another acquaintance, and presto: Suddenly I was being asked to lend my nonexistent prestige to the cause of Republican writers against Trump.I can hear you now: Republican writers against Trump? What broom closet did you hold your convention in? Wise guy.As it happened, there were more than a few of us—not much more, but more—and the thing appeared in due …read more
Source:: The Atlantic
