I’ve never much liked St. Patrick’s Day. As time passed, I’ve never much liked it even less. Before the last few years, my main objections were not just about public order and drunken rowdiness, but also that our country hardly…
According to the Labor Department, the economy lost 651,000 jobs in February as unemployment crossed the 8 percent mark, the highest since 1983. Amid all the debate about economic policy, the only consensus seems to be that things are going…
Another baseball season approaches, and the national pastime continues to demonstrate its genius for self-inflicted wounds. The latest steroid scandal involved superstar Alex Rodriguez and only lengthened the shadow cast by past revelations about Roger Clemens, Barry Bonds, and others….
IT ALWAYS SEEMED STRANGELY appropriate that Frank Sinatra died on the day of the Seinfeld finale— 10 years ago this past May. On a night when America was set to celebrate a sitcom’s elevation of irony to unforeseen cultural heights,…
BY USING STALE METAPHORS, SIMILES, and idioms,” George Orwell wrote in 1946, “you save much mental effort, at the cost of leaving your meaning vague, not only for your reader but for yourself.” He thought political writing suffered particularly from…
It always seemed strangely appropriate that Frank Sinatra died on the day of the Seinfeld finale— 10 years ago this past May. On a night when America was set to celebrate a sitcom’s elevation of irony to unforeseen cultural heights,…
This has not been a good year for inevitability. In February the New England Patriots, at 18-0 and one inevitable win away from sports immortality, couldn’t quite close the deal and lost to the New York Giants in the final…
If you watch the Hillary video of the remarks, it’s clear – to me, anyway – that she actually was trying to make the point about primary campaigns going on long, even if, as Drudge and others are pointing out,…
This article appeared in the February 2008 issue of The American Spectator. To subscribe to our monthly print edition, click here. That Sunday, September 8, 1974, my parents were batting the names “Ford” and “Nixon” around our house like verbal…
For my ailing father, who watched in person as Alan Ameche barreled forward to kill the Giants in 1958, who sat through – again, in person – the 1962 NFL title loss in Yankee Stadium, in Arctic conditions, to the…