Thursday October 08, 2015
May 7th, 2015
I understand why some are applauding the beatdown that Toya Graham, "the Baltimore mom," gave her son in the middle of Monday night's rock-throwing.
I get why her pastor said she should be "mom of the century," and the New York Post put her on its front page.
There are times, in our national political conversation, when the good news is so pathetically puny that it actually makes you feel worse.
Conservatives have sometimes been too quick to excuse police violence. And liberals have sometimes been too quick to excuse rioter violence.
It's outrageous when officers use excessive force against young, unarmed African-American men, who are 21 times as likely to be shot dead by the police as young white men. It's also outrageous when rioters loot shops or attack officers.
Wall Street arrogance seems to be accelerating even faster than our infinite cosmos is expanding.
The Japanese government did something weird last week, but weird in a good way that other governments should follow. It nominated (drumroll) a new member of its central bank (fanfare) who has actually (fireworks) worked in industry (huge applause, fade to sunset) -- namely Yukitoshi Funo, 68, who used to run Toyota Motor's North American business. Equally surprisingly, the guy he'll replace later this year is Yoshihisa Morimoto, himself a former executive of Tokyo Electric Power Co.
The Lone Ranger knew what he was doing when he inspired the famous inquiry as he rode off into the sunset: "Who was that masked man?"
The American tradition of mystery and modesty surrounding our heroes, especially those in the military, has well served the notion that anonymous bravery and other self-sacrifice for the nation best suit those who put on the uniform.
What started out as righteous protest over the death of a young black man in the hands of Baltimore cops (he had been accused of “making eye contact with a police officer”) quickly degenerated into a full-scale riot. By nightfall the city was on fire, its hopes for a better tomorrow in ruins.
What is a major league baseball game without any fans there to cheer? No one selling hot dogs, no one hawking programs, no need for any ushers. Welcome to Baltimore, where the first two games of a three-game series were postponed and the third is to be played with no people, lest what should be a sporting event degenerate into a race riot.
As a professional matter, I've been halfway dreading Hillary Clinton's presidential candidacy. The 2016 Democratic nomination appears to be hers for the asking. Democrats enjoy a strong Electoral College advantage. And yet it's hard to imagine how she can overcome the unrelenting hostility of the Washington media clique.
Kraft made news the other day with this announcement: Beginning next year, its macaroni and cheese will no longer contain artificial preservatives or colors.
One of the favorite foods of American kids will more closely resemble something that actually comes from the earth, instead of something scientists concocted in a lab.