Obstruct the legislature and govern through the courts by dismantling the executive's capacity to make regulatory policy.
Senate Republicans nixed the filibuster for Supreme Court nominations because control of the Court offered the opportunity to shape American law—and thus, American life—for decades through justices who are unaccountable to the public and nearly impossible to remove from office. It's not just that the 6-3 conservative majority can now veto any policy it does not like. It can, and will, make policy on its own. Get yourself some new glasses, get outside, and get happy. Keep the wisdom, lose the wrinkles. Kelsey Asbille begins our cooking demonstration with a disclaimer: "I'm like the worst cast member you could ask to cook. I'm so nervous right now." And sure, there may be someone on the Yellowstone roster who could make something more culinary and complicated (Asbille insists Eden Brolin, who plays Mia, is the actress you want in your kitchen), but the actress has chosen the quintessential dish of any cooking-averse Southerner tasked with bringing something to the potluck for our virtual get-together: a casserole. From the blisteringly contemporary to the classic, the lighthearted to the weighty, here are our favorite one-sitting novels to get lost in. You'll never be warmer (or look sexier). The horses knew first. Terry Thompson kept dozens of them on his farm just west of Zanesville, Ohio, a suffering river town and the seat of Muskingum County. Most of the living things in Zanesville had been born in Zanesville, or in the county at least; Thompson was one of the few importers. He had a particular eye for the unwanted. His horses weren't pretty animals except that they were horses: worn-out chestnuts, muddy grays, a semihandsome paint named Joe. There was even a donkey and a fat little pit pony in the mix, and now they were together in the pasture, more tightly packed than usual, running in a wide circle. They were rolling almost, the bunch of them moving slowly at first and now finding their old legs, picking up speed like starlings, like the bands of a hurricane. |
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