I Could Be Wrong.

  Fighting Alone — And Why I’m Not There are days when writing about truth, constitutional limits, and the slow erosion of our civic culture feels like shouting into a void. I sit at my desk, type out what I know is real, what I know is happening, what I know is dangerous — and I wonder if anyone out there is actually listening. I wonder if I’m fighting a battle most people have already walked away from. It’s easy to feel alone in this moment. It’s easy to believe the country has split into tribes that don’t want truth, don’t want accountability, don’t want anything that challenges the stories they tell themselves. It’s easy to think the liars have won because they’re louder, flashier, angrier, and more entertaining. But feeling alone doesn’t mean being alone. And the more I look around, the more I realize I’m not nearly as isolated as the noise makes me feel. But who can I talk to about it? In today's political climate, it's not like you can sit around talking about po...