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It’s been over a decade now, but still my dad says it was the worst night of his life.
It wasn’t the night of his heart attack, or the night of his open-heart surgery (a quadruple bypass). It came after that, as he lay awake in the cardiac ICU, ...
My region’s newspaper of record, it appeared, was requesting a favor—superficially in solidarity with outlets all across the country its asking to “stand together” in “common defense” against Trump, but actually in service of the Globe itself and no one else.
I want to ask you, what do you believe will happen in the afterlife? Are we as the human race going to be okay? Should I worry about what's going to happen to me after death? My girlfriend who believes in God but struggles with what to believe in exactly, is she going to be okay?
I know I’m building straw men just to burn them, but I don’t give a darn what people do with my corpse. I’d prefer no house of worship to be involved, but it isn’t up to me. To quote comedian David Cross, I won’t care because I can’t care. I’ll be dead.
I talked to several local craft beer industry greats to get their initial thoughts on the mocking ad. Surprisingly, feelings were mixed.
