Enemy Central | 2.27.04
The call of the wild proves irresistible.
Fast forward to a financial train-wreck.
Kerry reverts to zombie form. Bill Clinton's gofer. Dean decides.
The Fed chairman touched the third rail of politics Wednesday — he told the truth. Democrats — and Republicans — are petrified.
A scrawny tribe whose identity would collapse if it didnâ€™t have George W. Bush to hate.
To make himself look good J.F. Kerry will need to select a thorough mediocrity.
Today John Kerry warns against amending the U.S. Constitution — just the opposite of what he said when he promoted the Equal Rights Amendment, which, incidentally, would have permitted same-sex marriage.
It wasnâ€™t wasted, at least if you chose Mel Gibson over Ice Cube.
Except this time the teachersâ€™ unions are right to thunder against mindless federal interference.
Or for John FranÃ§ois Mitterrand Kerry, for that matter.
Mel has wonderful enemies, but his film is still a mess.
Turning movie-houses into temples — not your usual Ash Wednesday.
Intellectual dishonesty is the only thing opponents of the Bush guest-worker proposal have going for them.
A posthumous boxed set distills the alchemy of Johnny Cash.
And let the chips fall in the Senate Judiciary Committee’s “Memogate.”
Like, she had to move from New York City to suburban New Jersey. And her mom's not really a single parent.
Did The American Spectator fall asleep on the job during the last night of Sex and the City? A critical exchange.
In which the author fights his way out of a plastic sack.
Ralph Nader will do just fine this year, because he knows how to take losses.
What Terry McAuliffe loves about Ralphâ€™s running.
The President punches back. Hillary crawls toward the ring. Schumer slips on a banana peel.
So says Gov. Arnie about San Franciscoâ€™s top Democrat who, unlike national San Francisco Democrats, isnâ€™t afraid to go the whole nine yards on gay marriage.
Tom Ridge is no match for the gnatcatcher.
Naturally, thereâ€™s the French, Billy, the U.N. — just for starters.
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?