How did a style of music midwifed into the world by Ozzy Osbourne in the old English industrial town of Birmingham in the mid-1960s become an enemy of jihadism?
In 1920, Big Oil picked an obscure, bumbling senator named Warren G. Harding who had barely been out of Ohio and had only fuzzy ideas about politics -- the 1920s equivalent of a hockey mom.
The window of opportunity for a two-state peace is closing. Before it jams shut, the Israelis need to hear the plea coming through the checkpoints. Divide the land. Divide it now. Divide it properly.
In five weeks, I hope look back on this column with a wry chuckle at my paranoia. If the system works, Barack Obama will take the White House. So why am I worried?