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Moral Relativism, R.I.P.

By From the September 2012 issue

Virtue and authority are back in fashion, as Bruce Wayne and Harry Potter can attest.

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Obama’s Hipster Hell

By From the September 2012 issue

From economics to health care, the president’s policies hammer young people most of all.

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A Road to Prosperity

By From the October 2012 issue

The case for a modernized gold standard.

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Why the Rescue Failed

By and From the July 1980 issue

There was more to Operation Eagle Claw's failure in the desert of Iran than Jimmy told us.

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His Cheatin’ Heart

By From the January 1994 issue

Living With the Clintons: Bill's Arkansas bodyguards tell the story the press missed.

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Romney, Bain, and Me

By From the September 2012 issue

Mitt Romney’s experience with the remarkable supply-sider Bill Bain is reason enough to expect big things from his presidency. From our September issue.

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Crash Course

By From the July 1994 issue

In mid-July, fragments of a fearsome comet are scheduled to blast into Jupiter -- just as the U.S. gets set to commemorate the silver anniversary of man's first steps on the moon. What are we doing watching it all from down here?

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Wanna Party?

By From the October 1988 issue

THE SATURDAY NIGHT before the Republican National Convention opened, I arrived in New Orleans, dropped my bags at the hotel, and set off through the French Quarter in search of a late dinner. It was almost like walking onto the set of Satyricon, the difference being that, for this version, central casting had brought in all Republicans: a kind of PG-13 Satyricon. But the spirit was willing. First I saw Senator James McClure (American Conservative Union rating: 100) sauntering down Bourbon Street, the legendary avenue of gin joints and flesh parlors. I caught sight of him as he passed by Big Daddy's All-Female Wrestling Parlor. He didn't stop, I admit, but he was smiling, and the incongruity -- What's wrong with this picture? -- startled me. Across the street some middle-aged folk in Robertson hats glanced good-naturedly into a saloon advertising "Unisex Love Action." They elbowed one another and laughed. A few doors down, a woman with a BUSH sticker wrapped around her rump was pouring beer over the head of a woozy friend, who had collapsed against the side of a gift shop that sells what used to be called French postcards.

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The Man Who Abjured His Native Victuals

By From the July - Aug 2012 issue

Thomas Jefferson’s flirtation with French cuisine.

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Fight The Fiat

By From the July - Aug 2012 issue

Papering over U.S. debts and trade imbalances will take more bills than we can print.

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