Quin Hillyer
| 6.8.12
Pennsylvanian announces new mission today.
William Tucker
| 6.8.12
The ruling class is the last to know that Americans have had it
with big government.
Robert Stacy McCain
| 6.8.12
“An Army of Davids” unites against a campaign of
intimidation.
Doug Bandow
| 6.8.12
America is fighting too many wars already.
Judd Magilnick
| 6.8.12
How long before we hear a collective scream about what he’s
done?
Samuel Gregg
| 6.8.12
First of all, it’s not austerity to raise retirement age by two
years or cut public spending to 41 of GDP.
George H. Wittman
| 6.8.12
Unraveling the mysterious demise of Bo Xilai is proving to be
impossible.
Roger Kaplan
| 6.8.12
Maria Sharapova, on her way to her first Roland-Garros trophy,
plays like a Tsarina.
Maurice Cranston
| 6.8.12
(Editor’s Note: R. Emmett Tyrrell, Jr., The American
Spectator’s intrepid founder and chief crisis-watcher [would it
appear obsequious to also note his devilish good looks?] argues in
his latest book,
The Death of Liberalism, that the philosophy of Hubert
Humphrey and Adlai Stevenson is, well, dead. Tot.
Mort. Muerto. If so, this essay from our
December 1982 issue was surely a goodbye visit to its
intensive-care unit.)
Maurice Cranston
| from the December 1982 issue
After a summer spent in our nation’s capital reading the blowzy
literature of a blowzy movement, one of England’s foremost
political philosophers expresses his astonishment.
