Opinion

If you have nothing nice to say, we can be friends

With so many politicians, provocateurs and punks to dislike these days, it’s a target-rich environment for a dispirited columnist.

I’m torn among the alarming array of possible Republican running mates for Donald Trump, the near-certain GOP presidential candidate; the pro-Palestinian campus protesters who make one nostalgic for the draft; Stormy Daniels, “adult entertainment artist,” a.k.a. porn actor, who testified this week in Trump’s hush-money trial; and Trump himself, who is a human windfall of grotesquerie and arrogant mediocrity.