For you that scorn the NYT. From the editorial board.

[LAS14]

Last edited Fri Jan 17, 2025, 07:58 PM - Edit history (1)

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/01/17/opinion/donald-trump-fear.html?smid=em-share

Archive link. Thanks to Buns of Fire
https://archive.ph/Ezt94

[Ocelot II]

1. Good for NYT. Excellent editorial!

I hope they keep on demonstrating that much spine.

[elleng]

2. *meet the moment with three thoughts in mind.

First is simply demonstrating conviction by identifying the right thing to do, then showing the courage to pursue that path, even in the face of pressure.

Second is remembering that despite Mr. Trump’s transactional nature, no one can count on remaining in his good graces without continued unconditional fealty. (Ask those in his own inner circle who justified or turned a blind eye to misbehavior again and again, only to be cast out for a single episode of standing up to his excesses.) Any advantage gained may be fleeting; any risk overcome may return.

Third is demonstrating faith in the American system, with its remarkable series of checks and balances, with its strong set of rights, with its promise of equal justice.'

[Buns_of_Fire]

3. Archive link:

https://archive.ph/Ezt94

(It appears to be the same editorial, but with a slightly different title.)

[ck4829]

4. Day late and a dollar short (Please subscribe to us again)

[JI7]

5. This was what they wanted. Trump in office so they can make money

off angry liberals.

[stillcool]

6. I didn't read the article

I won't. Opinion pieces are not my thing any more. The NYTimes lost me with Judith Miller and the Iraq War. My God, all these years of utter bullcrap and one opinion piece, I'll keep my scorn.

[hatrack]

7. Years late, millions short, fuck the New York Times

"Third is demonstrating faith in the American system, with its remarkable series of checks and balances, with its strong set of rights, with its promise of equal justice."

In other words, "Just click your heels together three times and say 'There's no place like home.'"

Or dance counterclockwise around the outside of the pentagram while waggling yer weenie. Whatever.