You can’t always get what you wa-ant. You can’t always get what you wa-ant. But if you don’t take some time to make up your mind, you’ll get what you detest. Apologies to the Stones. No apologies to the Nader voters in Florida who elected George W.…
“His political platforms were only the wings of a windmill . . . His celebrated piety was that of a traveling salesman.” Sinclair Lewis’ line in It Can’t Happen Here describes a fictitious candidate who leads a populist-tinted corporate takeover of America. In other words: a tea party dream. Lewis could…
The heavyweight bout was already won Tuesday night when the president turned to his rival, looked at only him, and delivered a knockout blow: “The suggestion that anybody on my team would play politics or mislead when we’ve lost four of our own, Governor, is offensive . . . That’s not what I do…
Head bone’s connected to the neck bone. Shoulder bone’s connected to the arm bone. Arm bone’s connected to the thumb bone. Thumb bone’s connected to the “mute” button. This election has been a pain in the neck bone. To win our hearts, the dueling sides cumulatively have spent enough to build…
You wonder: How possible? Some crazed idealist immolates himself in the square. A small, hapless group of protesters makes the case against suffocating oppression. Protests get bigger. A general jumps ship here. A lieutenant jumps ship there. More protests emanate. And suddenly, stunningly, “school accountability” as we once knew it, and feared it…