We can work it out, we can work it out.
God bless America, and how's everybody?
The fight against human trafficking is one of the great human rights causes of our time.
Is it springtime for Hitler in the 21st century?
It's hard to choose which was the bigger shock: a federal judge ruled Oklahoma's ban on same-sex marriage unconstitutional, or the founder of a Republican gay-rights group quit the Republican Party. What could have ever driven a gay advocate from the GOP? Was it something they said?
The Huffington Post is onto something.
Avast me mateys. Off the starboard bow. Thar she blows. Looks like the Chris Christie juggernaut hit its first iceberg. And harpoons are flying in from multiple quarters. Back on the Jersey Shore, Hillary Clinton's people and Rand Paul's people are partying so loud and hard, Snooki and JWoww's people are banging on doors demanding they keep it down.
God bless America, and how's everybody?
Let me get this straight.
Dystopian science fiction has many works to recommend it. Huxley's "Brave New World," Bradbury's "Fahrenheit 451," Vonnegut's "Cat's Cradle," and, more recently, Cormac McCarthy's "The Road" are prime examples.
All three judges in Verizon v. FCC agreed that the net neutrality order regulating the Internet was, as I've said all along, illegal. The heart of the rule, a requirement (contrary to the history and structure of the Internet) that all bits be treated equally, was a bar on diverse business models and a de facto subsidy to big content companies that wanted regulators to guarantee the full costs of broadband deployment would fall on consumers and taxpayers - not on them.
Hundreds of millions of people will be following the 2014 Winter Olympics, even though the underwhelming motto ("Hot. Cool. Yours.") sounds less like a paean to athletic excellence than the sort of progression that accompanies a court-ordered paternity suit.
It's a story about how freedom is all.
As a new year dawns, life in the land of opportunity isn't what it used to be for many Americans.
The dawn of the new year signals civilization's return to several grand traditions, including the ancient hoary one requiring we professional columnists to trot out the tried but true "Ye Olde Predictions Piece." Either that or the even triter but true "Ye Olde Resolutions Piece." But we wandered down that trail last year. And most likely will again in 2015.
Elizabeth Warren continues to bedazzle people precisely because she's not running for president. If she were to actually run for president, her power to bedazzle would diminish in a flash. To quote the sage Bob Dylan, "What looks large from a distance, close up ain't never that big."
After the tragic shooting at a provocative magazine in Paris last week, I pointed out that given the foreign policy positions of France we must consider blowback as a factor. Those who do not understand blowback made the ridiculous claim that I was excusing the attack or even blaming the victims. Not at all, as I abhor the initiation of force. The police blaming victims when they search for the motive of a criminal.
As the controversy builds over anything and everything relating to Barack Obama, many Republicans have come to believe that their party will prosper as a result.
Since 9/11, 34 people have been killed in America by Islamic jihadist terrorists.
God Bless America and how's everybody?
Like blaming a rape victim for her "provocative dress," many press pundits blame the Charlie Hebdo cartoonists (and the Danish cartoonists before them) for crossing "red lines," and inviting trouble. In the past few days the small community of American editorial cartoonists have been getting calls from their local media, asking for comments about self-censorship and what subjects we should be forbidden to draw in a free society.
Usually over the period of 12 months, you get an equal balance of good days and bad. On the playground of the cosmos, the scales tend to balance out. But holey moley catfish, seems like last year the good days spent the bulk of recess time hiding behind the equipment shed next to the monkey bars, and the teeter totter hardly moved what with that fat punk-bad days, grounded on his end of the board throwing rocks at squirrels.