It was the best of lines, it was the worst of lines
It was the best of lines, it was the worst of lines—and now it's a cliche with no connection to a great book.
Over the course of the shutdown, the closure of the National World War II Memorial and its periodic, Bastille-style forcible reopening became a sort of emblem of the whole sordid affair.
Why he should ditch the direct-to-camera format
When the president of the United States plans a military strike, the received wisdom says he is supposed to address the nation to tell us about it. We all have memories of gathering round the TV as presidents loved and hated (or in most cases, both) assured us that whatever long-expected military action was now underway, tidily, resolutely, and only because there was no other choice. But these ritual appearances usually fail to bring us closer to national consensus; they also tend to earn the White House poor reviews.
An intervention in Syria is expected to take over American airwaves any day now, but here on the sun-baked coast of Borneo, all there is to see are the choreographed pleasantries of small-bore diplomacy. Ten American reporters have accompanied U.S. Secretary of Defense Chuck Hagel to the tiny nation of Brunei (anthem: “God Bless the Sultan”), where he is attending a conference of Southeast Asian defense officials, even while back at the Pentagon the wheels of the war machine he commands are beginning to grind in earnest.
It's an unholy charade
It's an unholy charade.
Images of Anthony Weiner’s face, to say nothing of his other parts, have achieved a certain ubiquity in the last few months.
Meet the man behind Daily Drawings
Meet the man who draws everyone he sees on C-SPAN for fun.