I Want to Know What Happens Next
Something’s going to happen next week, or next year, that will completely change the story.
Something’s going to happen next week, or next year, that will completely change the story.
“Curiosity: The Questions of Our Life” is the name of a new 60-episode five-year “landmark” series just announced with much >fanfare by the Discovery Channel.
I don’t know which is more dispiriting: the New York Times’ failure to call Betsy McCaughey a liar, or Barack Obama’s failure to call Chuck Grassley a liar. It’s tempting to think of both failures as cowardice, a mortal fear of being branded “liberal.” But ironically it’s liberalism itself that makes them both mistake their cowardice for fair-mindedness.
By the way, have I mentioned that my 19-year-old daughter’s novel is a bestseller?
“Why aren’t you talking about Michael Jackson more?”
We’re about to find out whether Americans are as suspicious of the right’s anti-health care reform propaganda as Iraqis are dismissive of America’s lame hearts-and-minds campaign in Iraq.
First I worried that Obama was foolhardy to put Goldman Sachs alumni and other Wall Street geniuses in charge of fixing the mess that they’d made in the first place. But then I bought the pragmatic argument that these masters of the universe were the only people with enough inside experience to understand the derivatives con game well enough to shut it down.
If there\’s a metaphor for the way that Americans do politics online that\’s less apt than “a national conversation,” I can\’t think of one, except perhaps for “a great debate.”
“If he didn’t hear from her at night, he’d go frantic.” This is Carmen Bachan, speaking through tears about her husband James and her daughter Adrianna.
“That night he told her to be careful, and she was. She was crossing on a green light until that animal took her life and injured that beautiful young man.” That young man is Marcus Garfinkle, who was thrown onto the windshield of the car of the hit-and-run driver who killed Adrianna Bachan. He was carried 300 to 400 feet until the car stopped, and a passenger got out, dislodged him from the windshield, dumped him on the street with two broken legs and then sped away.