A Tale of Several Cities (And the Many Parades - And Yes They Were All About Trump).

Our Dime-store Demagogue Delivered the Bargain-Bin Birthday Bash as Expected.

What a weekend of contrasts America served up—like being offered both Krug and Bud Light at the same party.

On one side, I witnessed something rather magnificent in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. Thousands of ordinary Americans descended upon Rose Park with the kind of righteous energy that built this republic. They came armed with strollers and indignation, dogs and democracy, marching with the sort of authentic passion that makes Madison Avenue weep with envy. "No Kings!" they roared, and they meant every syllable.

Then I got home I turned on the TV to witness Donald's military masturbation fantasy, and honestly, it was like leaving Tanglewood to watch bad dinner theater.

There was Pete Hegseth, our Secretary of Defense, strutting around in brown shoes, an electric blue suit and a head full of Dippity-do that screamed "Fox New Central Casting," and a flag pocket square that violated every principle of the U.S. Flag Code. The code explicitly states that "the flag should never be used as weari…