Wednesday August 20, 2014
April 24th, 2014
Three years ago Sweden was widely regarded as a role model in how to deal with a global crisis. The nation's exports were hit hard by slumping world trade but snapped back; its well-regulated banks rode out the financial storm; its strong social insurance programs supported consumer demand; and unlike much of Europe, it still had its own currency, giving it much-needed flexibility. By mid-2010 output was surging, and unemployment was falling fast. Sweden, declared The Washington Post, was "the rock star of the recovery."
What do you call someone who sows misinformation, stokes fear, abets behavior that endangers people's health, extracts enormous visibility from doing so and then says the equivalent of "Who? Me?"
I'm not aware of any common noun for a bad actor of this sort. But there's a proper noun: Jenny McCarthy.
This is a column about the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, but you won't read a word in here about the lane-closing scandal in Fort Lee, N.J. This is about another scandal, one that has been going for on so long that people don't even think of it as scandalous. Indeed, it involves no illegality whatsoever. But that doesn't mean it isn't a scandal.
There were some disturbing elements to the Easter Mass I attended at Nativity, my childhood church.
The choral director sang "Amazing Grace" to the tune of "Danny Boy." The pews were half-empty on the church's most sacred day.
Almost everyone has known or will know the helplessness of caring for -- or overseeing the care of -- a sick loved one. That such situations are often mired in chaos raises the anxiety level for both the patient and others trying to do the right thing.
With the happy news that Chelsea Clinton and Marc Mezvinsky expect their first child later this year, the Clinton family can anticipate warm good wishes from most Americans -- and a less uplifting response from all of the usual suspects.
The word "maidan" means "square" in Ukrainian and in Arabic. And the "Independence Maidan" of Kiev, like the "Tahrir Maidan" of Cairo, has been the scene of an awe-inspiring burst of democratic aspirations.
Late April doesn’t just bring flocks of tourists to Washington. It’s when hundreds of members of the National Restaurant Association — a.k.a. the “other NRA” — swarm Capitol Hill for two intensive days of lobbying.
Years before I met him, Gabriel Garcia Marquez changed my life.
"One Hundred Years of Solitude" gave me a new way of looking at the world. The label "magical realism" does not begin to capture the poetry of Garcia Marquez's imagination or the evocative power of his prose. Reading his masterpiece was like stepping through a portal into a Technicolor reality where the streets are paved with metaphor and the air is fragrant with dreams.
One thing about that mangy posse of anti-government crackpots camped out at Cliven Bundy's place in the Nevada desert: most don't know a thing about cattle ranching.