Wednesday October 07, 2015
April 8th, 2015
Like a savvy bargainer on a used car lot, big multinational corporations have mastered the art of feigning indifference and walking away.
What they walk away with is their profits, stockpiling them abroad where they legally remain untaxed until returned to the United States. Then these corporations threaten to keep the cash offshore permanently unless Uncle Sam gives them a deep discount on their tax rates.
If you looked in my Washington Post personnel file, you would find an ancient evaluation that describes me as having "sharp elbows." More precisely, being perceived as having "sharp elbows."
Former Baltimore mayor and Maryland Gov. Martin O'Malley made the case Sunday for a challenge to Hillary Clinton, from himself or some other Democrat.
Not long now until freedom — or temporary freedom, anyway.
I’m just one month away from the end of my first year in graduate school. It’s my first year out of a projected six, if I complete my PhD.
In theory, it was a great idea to move from California to Wisconsin to attend one of the best sociology programs in the country.
Senator Ted Cruz’s recent announcement of his presidential candidacy was a real Cruz-a-palooza.
It was part Ronald Reagan, part Elmer Gantry, part John Lennon, and part Jerry Falwell — yet it was totally Ted Cruz, full of blather and bloat.
To prove that Americans can be every bit as crazy as Iranians, I took my daughter along on my last trip to Iran, in 2012, for a road trip across the country.
Neither side in the uproar over Indiana's "religious freedom restoration" law has been totally candid about its benefits or its dangers.
That often happens in politics, an arena in which it often seems that no statement is too good to be overstated.
I've been in China for the last week. It's always instructive to see how the world looks from the Middle Kingdom. Sometimes the best insights come from just reading the local papers.
The guilt. The guilt!
Today's parents, especially today's mothers, are filled with guilt.
It gnaws at us at pickup time, at bedtime, long after the kids have gone to sleep and we're Red-Bulled out of our minds making costumes or cupcakes or scrapbook photo albums to prove to ourselves and everyone around us that we are there for them.