THE ANTI-TRUMP RESISTANCE WILL BE STREAMED ON FACEBOOK LIVE

The city feels like a war zone even before the boom of flashbangs crack the air. Protesters clad in body armor consisting of kneepads and elbow guards flee police in body armor made from ceramic and Kevlar. Yellow smoke fills the air with a pepper scent that triggers coughing fits, from a substance cops tweet has not been deployed by them. As some protesters retreat, Cameron Whitten begins to sprint toward the chaos...


GETTING FRACKED OVER — EVEN IF YOUR STATE DOESN'T DO IT

The trucks came from West Virginia into neighboring Kentucky — down Interstate 64, as Huntington’s craggy tops faded, before heading south on Highway 89, or perhaps 82, where today the frosted hills melt into snow-splattered farmland. The convoy barreled through a 55 mph lane, past rusting Cat tractors, Baptist churches and a sign reading “Welcome to Estill County: Where the Bluegrass Kisses the Mountains.”


CALIFORNIA’S TOP COP IS THE DARLING OF THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY

You have to understand the context of desperate times. Otherwise, the reception Kamala Harris receives here in dusty Bakersfield may seem like theatrics, as one reporter later called it, to the chagrin of her campaign. To the beat of a mariachi band, Harris — the California attorney general and front-runner in the Senate race — enters the stage flanked by an honor guard of a dozen United Farm Worker members who clap and wave the flags bearing the iconic black eagle of Cesar Chavez himself...


A DIE-HARD TRUMP SUPPORTER AND WHAT HAPPENED ELECTION NIGHT

Election Day began with Beverly “Bev” Minardi feeling sick. “It’s never felt like this in my life. That’s why it’s scary,” she said over dinner the night before, remembering how her 19-year-old son, Matt, told her it was just another four years … that this election, like others, would come and go. “I totally got his point of view — why is this different?” she asked, her eyes lighting up. “But it is.”


THE CHURCH OF TRUMP

In rural Sioux Center, Iowa, thousands of the faithful fill the pews at Christian Reformed Dordt College. Behind a brightly lit stage, there’s a massive organ, and two double-barreled speakers blast a popular spiritual anthem: “Your love never fails, it never gives up / It never runs out on me.” A Black 20-something with a yellow-topped Mohawk stands up and starts chanting — “U-S-A” and “One, two, three, we be-lieve that he can win!” — while folks hoot and holler in anticipation...