Do you ever see a right-wing kid violently jumping lefty speakers? On campus, you either have silent appeasement or a bruise.

Youthful impatience obscures the endless potential for joy that's standing right in front of you.

I'm used to the Right being singled out by the entertainers.

If Obama was a sonnet, Trump is a limerick. And really, which ones do you enjoy more?

Most Americans don't shout their politics, much less blast it from their TVs while serving you fried pickles - that's the Left.

As a New Yorker, this is what you do: you confront, jab, and slap, sometimes wrongly, then smile and forget about it.