Wikileaks cables provide a peek into the American view of Equatorial Guinea’s government in recent years: of the terrible corruption, unseemly ruling family, and general embarrassment to know.
I live in the Chelsea neighborhood of New York, a trendy slice of South Manhattan which defines “gentrification”. Lots of tourists mix with a strong LGBT community of residents. The election hit Chelsea hard.
If cushy exile is not automatic, when the retirement plan may not include a comfy villa, but rather a cell in The Hague or a Cambodian war crimes trial, why wouldn’t a dictator dig in his heels, garrison, and become more brutal?
I feel a very personal failing here: Did I not work hard enough at Clinton High Command in Brooklyn? Should I have volunteered more hours manning the phones? What about our ”Wonderful ground game?”
For a country trying to move forward, lift millions out of poverty, and attract investment, this abrupt collective punishment is a sad presage of India’s future under P.M. Modi.
The Trump Presidential Library and Casino looks like it did the day he opened it, unusually early in March 2017. There are faux ionic columns, a huge gold spray-paint 1980s-font title above the door, and an attached Presidential Golf Course
Sometimes blips on the diplomatic radar far away can be prescient of larger things to come. In the Philippines, things are happening, and they’re worth taking note of for the psychology of the country’s President Duterte.
Registrations are lost, people move at the last minute, or IDs are forgotten or unavailable. Because countless folks think they can’t vote, they don’t, when actually they can. The bureaucracy moves slower than the individual lives of citizens.