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“Nothing in President Bush’s record would make the terrorists unhappy at the prospect of four more years.”
A trifle monotonous, I grant you, but for ease of consumption by Professor Krugman’s vast readership you’ve got to admit that these little gems are hard to beat. You just cast your eye over them, remark to yourself, “Yep, Bush and everyone connected to him are still the same evil bastards that they were on Tuesday” and pass on to Maureen Dowd or Bob Herbert, who are almost equally predictable.
It’s all very well to notice that Michael Moore or Robert Kane Pappas, whose Orwell Rolls in His Grave takes up where Moore leaves off, are operating in a kind of dream world where Bush is Hitler or Stalin or Big Brother and they are Winston Smith, bravely standing up to a sinister totalitarianism that, somehow, nobody else has noticed. But even a buffoon like Moore is only following the lead of ostensibly serious commentators like Foer or Krugman whose ideological passions have somehow detached them from reality. When intellectuals cease to feel bound by any obligation to argue responsibly, what hope is there for political dialogue?
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?