I think I've finally figured out what those McCain ads about Paris and Britney -- and, yes, the Summer of Love -- are saying.
In less time than it takes to say "Dick Cheney," the secret Iraq letter -- what would be one of the most outrageous violations of the Constitution in the history of the Republic -- is made into a left/right issue.
Bush doesn't have to ask Hu Jintao to tear down the Great Wall of China, but the least he can do is to use in public, in China, some of the lovely human rights language he claims he's been saying in private.
I'm not bothered by 41 having an Oedipal thing to work out with 43. I just wish it they could do it around the dinner table, instead of breaking so much crockery on the world stage.
Does Joe Lieberman not realize that he is using one of the oldest anti-semitic tricks in the book to accuse Obama of being the Islamic candidate?
In physicists' quest for the "God particle," mystics get a new machine .
The last Democratic presidential candidate who failed to engage, who abjured ruthlessness because it wasn't consistent with the noble kind of politics he wanted America to practice, was Michael Dukakis.
Somewhere along the line we're supposed to learn that the secret to happiness is adjusting our expectations to reality. Maturity means accepting that failing to get the gold or the Golda isn't the same thing as failure.
Now that Condi has negotiated a timetable for withdrawal from Iraq, all the Republican rhetorical crap of the post-Mission Accomplished era, which was masquerading as statesmanship, is now inoperative.
I'm not shocked by Americans' ability to think untrue things. But to enough voters that it matters for the outcome of this election, Muslims are as other, if not more so, as blacks.
So this is what political journalism has come to -- evidence-free, unaccountable, redfaced, shouted, demagogic cocksure mindreading.
For the right-wing commentariat, Peggy Noonan's snark this morning was a Katrina moment. It was a benchmark for how out of it and, well, disgusting, that crowd is.
Like it or not, John McCain, this is your case: Obama, you said the race is about presidential temperament. Well, eat this, Barack. You want to see my presidential temperament in action? Sarah f*in' Palin, man. That's the ticket!
