Just a reminder: January 8 marks the 200th anniversary of the Battle of New Orleans, the last major encounter of The War of 1812.
Get ready for our already ugly and violent 21st century to be the century of soft targets for terrorists. The number of places where people feel safe will diminish as terrorists pick new venues to increase body counts -- and grab more of that new and mainstream media publicity that helps with recruitment.
Hey guys. Did this whole crazy holy daze madcap bedlam thing sneak up on you this year, making the world speed up like a maglev Bullet Train going downhill lit by a strobe, like it did us? There's a perfectly reasonable explanation.
The Sony hacking story is the gift that keeps on giving. It's got it all: cyber crime, international intrigue, political posturing - plus a tantalizing trove of corporate and celebrity gossip.
Thank you, North Korea. Your alleged cyber attack on Sony has, I hope, awakened the American people.
To me Rick Perry will always be the guy who screwed up my book deal.
What part of "Hey, Kids! Steal your parents' guns and bring them to school!" sounds like a bad idea?
One hundred years ago last week, on Christmas Eve, 1914, German and British soldiers emerged from the horrors of World War One trench warfare to greet each other, exchange food and gifts, and to wish each other a Merry Christmas. What we remember now as the "Christmas Truce" began with soldiers singing Christmas carols together from in the trenches. Eventually the two sides climbed out of the trenches and met in person. In the course of this two day truce, which lasted until December 26, 1914, the two sides also exchanged prisoners, buried their dead, and even played soccer with ...
Sure, we humans like to think of a new year as a blank slate; but deep down we know that history repeats itself. We know that along with the unexpected revelations and unpredictable fads, 2015 will bring us more NFL rap sheets, Facebook privacy settings reconfigurations, fracking debates, "stand somebody else's ground" military actions, sighs over a "do nothing" Congress, major retailer security breaches and warnings of a comet that may or may not strike in 37 years.
We stand at the brink of a new year. Our country will enter it in social, economic, and racial upheaval unlike any other since the late 1960s. These days, who really cares about America?
The snow started coming down hard a few hours after we'd arrived.
I'm writing one of my infrequent serious columns, because I realize there is more to Christmas than non-stop holly jolly mirth.
"You've worked for us for 10 years, Johnson, but I'm not sure how to grade you during this year's performance review."
Let's go deep for a second: What's the point of data?
Elizabeth Warren and plenty of media liberals are in a panic that the Omnibus bill, nicknamed "CRomnibus," is some sort of horrible right-wing Trojan Horse that will grind us all into domination by investment banks.
It's kind of sad being forced to watch the death struggle of these modern-day dinosaurs. Responsible parents should keep their kids from peering over the Plexiglas railing into the tar pits below to see the huge lumbering antediluvian beasts frenziedly dig themselves deeper into the sticky morass that is gay marriage. Not a sight for the queasy or squeamish.
I'll tell you a little story about Bob Simon, the veteran CBS News correspondent who was killed Wednesday night in a car crash after having survived innumerable wars over five decades.
Brian Williams probably isn't a liar. Based on recent revelations, amplifications and clarifications, he appears to be a serial exaggerator.
Ah, the middle of February. We all know what that means: Sports Illustrated's swimsuit issue has arrived.
Barack Obama is living in his own dream world.