Donald Trump does not easily call to mind thoughts of honeymoons—even though he has owned several honeymoon destinations. In closing out the first 100 days of his second presidency, it is difficult to say that his honeymoon in the White House is over. So divisive is his presence in American politics, neither the press nor the coastal elites bothered to grant him a honeymoon to begin with.

Borrowing a nifty lyric from the Beastie Boys (those white-hot, hip-hop Jewish sensations): “(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (To Hate Jews!).”

Where are the old Yiddish-accented men when you need someone to cry, “volf”? That’s what these calamitous times demand, even if no one will listen.

All throughout the Biden presidency, and especially since the election in November, I have observed a certain degree of moral confusion among some of my readers and friends. (I will leave the unbashful gaggle of haters aside, for the moment.)