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V.B. Price’s Christmas Poem 2019

We all know that political advertising is a bedeviling form of behavioral psychology gone terribly, terribly wrong. Not that behaviorism was ever a good idea in my book. But now political “conditioning:” has become so gross and stomach turning it’s collapsed into a kind of aversion therapy, creating a nauseating response to itself in most […]

The stripping of food assistance for some 800,000 Americans shows the divide of empathy, and common sense, between the left and the right.

A poem by V.B. Price: For those of us who still believe the inner life of everyone is sacred.

This holiday season, let John F. Kennedy’s environmental conscience bolster our optimism as clean water comes under fire from conservative Scrooges and their corporate shills.

The Trump administration is trying to consign environmental science to a Dark Age of political dogma.

For those of us living in joy in spite of our selves.