Wednesday December 17, 2014
June 1st, 2014
If you want a prime example of what's wrong with our politics, study the response to the veterans' health care scandal. You would think from the coverage that the only issue that mattered to politicians was whether Gen. Eric Shinseki should be fired.
Shinseki is a true patriot, and his resignation as Veterans Affairs secretary on Friday calls Congress' bluff. He played his part in a Washington sacrificial ritual. Will the politicians now be honorable enough to account for their own mistakes?
You've got a Nunn running in Georgia, a Pryor in Arkansas and a Landrieu in Louisiana.
And waiting in the wings for the big show, of course, you have a Clinton and a Bush.
Does politics run in the blood, or is it just that connections -- especially to money and influence -- are the lifeblood of politics?
Women, Chairman Mao famously proclaimed, hold up half the sky. But not half the Politburo.
Chinese politics may be the ultimate old boys' club. Of the 25-member Politburo, only two are women. Female membership on the larger Central Committee has actually fallen, from 7.6 percent in 1969 to 4.9 percent today. Just one of 31 provincial governors is a woman.
During this past week, in Scranton, Pa., a 16-year old put two bullets into the head of a taxi driver and then stole about $500 earned by the cabbie that evening.
I'll be spending the next couple of days at a forum sponsored by the European Central Bank whose de facto topic - whatever it may say on the program - will be the destructive monetary muddle caused by the Continent's premature adoption of a single currency. What makes the story even sadder is that Europe's financial and macroeconomic woes have overshadowed its remarkable, unheralded longer-term success in an area in which it used to lag: job creation.
My home is like any other, chockablock with stuff that I wouldn't want the world to see: trashy books, cheesy clothes, a cache of scented candles so enormous you might think I'm prepping for some epically smelly apocalypse.
But the most embarrassing thing by far is in a kitchen cupboard, near the Tabasco. It's a green and white bottle of pills - supplements, to use the proper marketing lingo - that are supposed to make me effortlessly slim.
Let's assume, as we always should in the absence of evidence to the contrary, that Mark Cuban, the Dallas Mavericks owner, had good intentions when he confessed to Inc. magazine Wednesday that he was "bigoted."
Let's assume that Cuban was indeed attempting to be an honest participant in the endlessly ached-for, perpetually stalled "national conversation on race" that many believe is needed but neglected, when he said:
Three days after the publication of Michael Waldman's new book, "The Second Amendment: A Biography," Elliot Rodger, 22, went on a killing spree, stabbing three people and then shooting another eight, killing four of them, including himself. This was only the latest mass shooting in recent memory, going back to Columbine.
There was a moment at the height of the Cuban missile crisis in October 1962 when Soviet ships approached to within just a few miles of a U.S. naval blockade and then, at the last minute, turned back - prompting then-Secretary of State Dean Rusk to utter one of the most famous lines from the Cold War: "We're eyeball to eyeball, and I think the other fellow just blinked."