Thursday November 26, 2015
April 23rd, 2015
You must admit, it is amusing. One of the biggest complaints we've heard from Republicans about Barack Obama is: Boy, were we wrong to elect a first-term senator as president. We'll never make that mistake again!
Helloooo? Congress? Do you hear us? Nah, didn't think so.
Our letters, our emails, our goofy websites, posterboards and public declarations fall on deaf, security-blanketed ears.
Don Quixote tilted at windmills. New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie seems bent on running for president, even after his reputation took a whack over that traffic jam on the George Washington Bridge. Even more improbably, he wants to campaign on a sweeping proposal to rein in federal entitlement spending on the elderly.
Will she? She will.
Would she? She would.
It was inevitable.
Now where is that tingling feeling?
She's in! She's given up the private jet to schlep across America (albeit being driven by the Secret Service) and stroll, incognito, into Chipotle. Herewith, two myths about Hillary Clinton and two challenges for her on the campaign trail:
Myth One: She needs someone to run against her to help toughen her up during the primary season.
That harsh whine you hear in the background — like a buzzsaw getting ready for a log to come down the chute — is the vast right-wing conspiracy revving its engines.
In his excellent new blog, former Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke argues against the view that the economy is caught in a trap of persistently slow growth -- "secular stagnation." He discusses a paper by James D. Hamilton, Ethan S. Harris, Jan Hatzius and Kenneth D. West, which anybody interested in the subject should read. It's the most careful analysis of the issue I've seen. And it suggests that fears of secular stagnation are overdone.
Come one, come all. Step right up and buy your ticket for a ride on the splendiferous, phantasmagoric, and miraculous Trans-Pacific Partnership!
The TPP isn’t some sort of futuristic flying machine. It’s just another global trade scam coming at us like a volcanic eruption straight out of hell.
Greetings from Anxietyland. Or as some might know it, graduate school.
I’ve got just a few weeks left of teaching and taking classes before the semester ends. You might see that as hectic yet manageable. It’s not exactly fun, but it’s only temporary.
Logically, I can see that too. Yet somehow, I can’t convince my brain of it.