No one’s happy about Trump’s personal war with Iran. But Republicans in Congress have, until now, just stood by and let it happen—even though Congress and only Congress has the constitutional power to formally declare war. Well, as of yesterday, the House finally changed its tune. Charles P. Pierce outlines what happened in the story below. —Chris Hatler, deputy editor
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A handful of GOP representatives crossed party lines to put a stop to Trump’s stupid war in Iran. Let’s hope it’s not the last time they stand up to the president.
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Sometime around 7 million years ago, the human spine evolved as hominids began walking upright. It changed from a straight column to the modern S-curve. This development took a few hundred million years. I’ll give some House Republicans this, at least—it didn’t take them quite that long to grow a spine.
The house finally voted to halt military actions in Iran. The resolution passed, 214–208, because four Republicans jumped the fence in defiance not only of the White House but also of Speaker Moses, who pushed hard against the resolution and lost. And Meeks’s relentless citation of “kitchen-table issues” aside, there is something profound in watching Congress make even the most timorous moves to reassert its constitutional war powers. It’s worthy of trumpets and bunting.
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You may think the phone is just a tool for making doctor appointments or dutifully offering your mom Mother’s Day wishes or getting scammed, but it’s actually a conduit to true, visceral emotion. I fear we’re losing track of that.
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My first memories of plastic are of a vinyl raincoat I loved when I was four or five. I was often caught by my family with nothing but the raincoat on. When I was about seven, I discovered my baby clothes in storage and found that the plastic underwear was made of the same material as the raincoat, and I started wearing it. The material made me feel so good and did things to my body that I didn’t know it could do. I remember my dad smacking me on the butt and saying, “Are you wearing a diaper?” and my sister laughing. I turned beet red.
Around this time, I found that my family’s inflatable pool toys were made of a similar material to the diaper. I dreamed of being inside them while floating in the pool.
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