Wednesday December 11, 2013
Archive - May 2013
If only it were as simple as the drones coming home to roost. That would be comforting somehow. In giving us a tidy cause, it would give us a clear remedy: rain less death in distant lands, and worry less about death in our own.
Barbara Bush is a word that rhymes with fright.
As police investigators peel away the layers of the Boston Marathon bombing, there are two aspects of this unfolding story to which I want to react: the mindset of the alleged bombers and the role of the Internet in shaping it. Important news about both was contained in a single Washington Post article Tuesday.
I have seen the future, and it is in the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
The Middle Class is in a funk, its view of the future growing dim as fear rolls in like a storm.
Thursday was a critical day in our democracy. Five presidents of the United States gathered in Houston for the dedication of the George W. Bush library. One was his father, 89 years old and in a wheelchair. The other three were men of the opposite political party.
In retrospect, George W. Bush's legacy doesn't look as bad as it did when he left office. It looks worse.
Tavon White's loyal women brought him anything he wanted - drugs, money, the latest cellphones, tobacco and food, federal prosecutors say. They even bought him luxury German cars.
It used to take decades to get up a really good head of nostalgia. There was so much to forget. You needed someone like Ray Bradbury to murmur poignantly about decanting summer into a jar of dandelion wine as locusts hummed. "Aw, but what about polio?" someone would whisper, and it would set the whole process back 20 years.
How predictable was that? Sequestration starts to pinch -- and pinch the middle class -- so the restrictions are loosened. Why cure the disease when treating the symptom is so much easier? Why lose weight when you can let out the pants?