Wednesday December 04, 2013
Archive - May 2013
As foreclosures trim our ranks,
The biggest scoundrels are still the banks.
Thomas Campbell directs the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan. He’s smiling a great deal these days. Why? Campbell has just received something museum directors only dream about: a donation of paintings, drawings, and sculptures worth over $1 billion.
Do you know about “net zero”? That’s the wonky phrase attached to an elegant idea: converting communities to total renewable energy, complete recycling, and a culture of conservation to bring humankind’s carbon footprint into a sustainable balance with a healthy earth.
How about some good news today? This year, reports Time magazine, drug cartels in Mexico stand to lose $1.4 billion.
Why? Because Colorado and Washington decriminalized recreational marijuana in November.
The great mystery of Barack Obama remains the extent to which he has ever believed his own rhetoric about a transformative, post-partisan presidency. Was it really possible, I asked early last year, "that Obama had mistaken the U.S. government for the Harvard Law Review, where the emollient balm of his personality persuaded rival factions to reason together?"
Yes, I know I said I wasn’t going to write any more columns on gun control, largely because the exercise is:
2. A waste of time.
My new neighbor knocked on my door and introduced herself as the vice president of the local homeowner’s association. “How friendly!” I thought. “She’s welcoming me to the neighborhood.”
President Barack Obama has made it official. The Boston Marathon bombing was an "act of terror," he declared.
But here's my little message to whoever is responsible: Make no mistake, I don't feel terrorized; I feel mad.
I'm from Boston. Over the years, I lived in two apartments within a stone's throw of Monday's bombings. Over the years, I stood and cheered marathon runners countless times. I know every square inch of the area in all the pictures, which is hardly unusual. It's the center of Boston. My nephew was around the corner when the explosions went off.