Last night I had a dream that I died and was weirdly attending my own funeral, sort of like the movie Ghost, but with better acting. It was touching to see old friends and new, coworkers, family, and even people I never expected to be there (read ex-girlfriends) at my funeral. Like most dreams, this one ended unfulfilled as just when I was about to hear my eulogy given by someone I couldn’t make out, I woke up. The circumstances of how and why I died elude me. I can only guess it was some inci...

It’s every politician’s worst nightmare. They wake up in the morning to find negative stories trending about them on Twitter. Angry comments, calls, emails from their constituents flood the airwaves. The PR team is assembled with one goal; squash the approaching firestorm. While this may be a drastic representation, it feels like this scene is playing out more and more in our 24-hour news cycle. Outrage for our politicians' actions is the new normal and one would assume that when it’s time to ...