The inmates have taken over the asylum. The ever-sunny Reagan is dead. The congenial Buckley is dead as well. In their place is the party of Joe the Shouter and Joe the Plumber and Sarah the Death Panel Screecher.
With journalism lumbering through a period of spasmodic ineptitude, the people with hopes for its future could do worse than to emulate Novak's understanding of the darker natures of the folks at the levers of power.
Novak taught me -- and the country -- that there is great power in sashaying behind closed doors, digging for the truth, and then getting it out there.
Robert Novak liked to think of himself as a tough journalist -- "The Prince of Darkness" and all that. But like a lot of "tough" journalists, he wasn'...
Of course, Robert Novak was listed in the phone book. Or is it an "of course"? Let's break it down.
Robert Novak was disliked by many -- liberals, mostly -- but he was a soldier, veteran, and a remarkable, unceasing journalist.
Novak, aware of that natural weakness in his personality, never tired of seeking a more harmonious sense of being. That, I think, is what made Novak ultimately a good man.
He was called "The Prince of Darkness," not by his enemies but by his friends because of his contacts and his power to move the D.C. discussion. But that name reminds me of something very different.
One of Novak's final interviews shows that near the end, he had reversed his partial feelings of regret about the Plame case and, angered by liberal critics, went back into attack mode.
An excerpt from Dick Cheney's Diary: We turned around and I was back in my bedroom at stately Cheney Manor. "Ronnie? Mr. President?" I whispered, but he was gone.
The President-Elect flipped eight Bush states to the blue column and managed to get two states to elect a Democrat for President for the first time in nearly half a century.
His latest column shows that while Novak can be exceedingly gracious to people who helped him through his ordeal, he can still be spiteful and deceptive when it comes to those he doesn't like.
After a solid week in which John McCain has epically failed to take the headlines off Barack Obama's trip to the Middle East, and how the prevailing m...
You may be expecting the finest in GOP entertainment as we righties tear each other apart ahead of November's presumed debacle. But in fact, it's the first step in our return to the majority.
Writing about conservatives backing Barack Obama (dubbed "Obamacons"), Bob Novak reported this week that Colin Powell will likely endorse Obama. Given Powell's popularity and national security cred (tarnished though they may be by his loathsome pre-war presentation at the UN), this would be a coup for Obama. But Novak documents something even more significant: the overpowering sense of revulsion with Bush and today's Republican Party felt by many conservatives. The money quote is delivered by a long-time GOP loyalist: "The Republican Party is a dead rotting carcass with a few decrepit old leaders stumbling around like zombies in a horror version of Weekend With Bernie [sic], handcuffed to a corpse." I didn't think it could be done, but that tops Republican Rep. Tom Davis' classic "If we were dog food, they would take us off the shelf."
If Senator Obama is "doing the gun dance," then he's in step with most of the American people.
Sibel Edmonds' story, if true, involves corruption at the highest levels of government coupled with the sale of secrets vital to the security of the United States.
It's highly entertaining to see conservative stalwarts like Limbaugh, Novak, George Will, and Grover Norquist inveighing against John McCain. But there's news for them: no one cares.
Bob Novak was less than receptive to an OffTheBus request for a few moments of his time. Watch the video: ...
Oh, those crazy liberals with their conspiracy theories! Now they've wondering whether the fire in Cheney's office was deliberately set in order to b...
Some, if not all, of the best journalism is based on reporters finding out from someone else who was told by someone else that someone else did something.
