Enemy of the Week
Dirty Pool
Enemy Central | 4.30.04
Back to the primal ooze.
We’ve been wrong all along. As your average Euro will tell you, no one is a more determined opponent of terror than he is.
Ernie Pyle is still the greatest. He deserves not to be forgotten.
Glorious France keeps its high-level fraudsters in high-level places.
What it takes to be the real thing, even if he is extinct.
Smeal campaigns. Plus: Catered breakfasts. Caprices. The state of the world. And more.
But very secretly. Plus: Labor has a veep for John he can't refuse.
By taking offense at a comment not directed at them, advocates of abortion stumbled into associating themselves with terrorists.
This week the last Oldsmobiles rolled off their Lansing, Michigan assembly lines.
John François Kerry's 2004 campaign for the presidency is taking on endearing aspects of Boy Clinton's 1992 campaign.
Thinking out loud, but with compassion, about the greatest collective since socialized agriculture went out of business.
A film about Haiti only John Aristide Kerry won't hate.
A Hardballer gone soft. Also: French and Indian warriors. Da Vinci decodified. Self-service. Lost over Toomey. Plus more.
An important Catholic gathering in Washington. Plus: Kerry’s sunny wrinkle-free Sunday. Also: Veep for hire.
President Bush manages to win an election. Will Senator Specter remain grateful?
Chris Matthews goes in the tank for Kerry and the DNC.
J.F. Kerry jumps on the national service bandwagon.
Amy Welborn decodes a sensational best-seller.
Bill’s book and the Kerry ouster. Post-Pennsylvania conservatism. New nuance on France. Same old U.N. Plus much more.
Toomey’s populist campaign is in disarray but he may still win, no thanks to the paid staff.
So much more to make up, so little time — and it’s not to hurt Kerry one bit. Plus: Kerry’s Hoosier hero.
If Specter is not re-elected, can Bush be?
There they — the French and the U.N. — go again.
Check out his investments, which would put Benedict Arnold to shame.
Sgt. Pat Tillman. Among the pagan ladies. Snarlin’ Arlen — relentless junketeer.
One could call the Sunday “March for Women’s Lives” a festival of paganism, but that’s probably not fair to ancient pagans.
He had his chance. Now he’s running on fumes. And people aren’t running to him. Plus: Democrats to go hungry.
An American hero for the ages, not just ours.
Desperate to hold on, Arlen Specter turns into Attila. Live from the battlefield.
On a Washington Saturday, anti-globalist protest runs out of steam.