Fortunately, no. But don’t be impatient. Mondays always come, usually too soon. Before we finish our coffee, we’ll be back in the quagMiers of Harriett’s nomination. By mid-day, we’ll be counting Iraqi votes on fingers and toes, and within another day or two wishing whatever Iraqi version of Lance Ito is presiding over Saddam’s trial would restore order sufficiently for reporters to figure out just what in blazes the prosecutor said in his opening statement. But please don’t mix the Saddam files with the Rove/ Libby/Miller/Wilson/Plame case or the transcript from today’s Meet the Press. It wouldn’t do at all to shuffle the Team Clinton stories trashing Louis Freeh with the NYT coverage trashing the Bush White House. Well, okay, maybe it would. This is Gypsy Curse Week: we live in interesting times. Get a good night’s rest. You’re gonna need it.
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.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?