Last night, 386 miles south of San Quentin State Prison, NBC televised a “live” execution from the International Ballroom of the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills, California. Outside, where twin palm trees stand like paintbrushes beneath the hotel’s logo, where a cursive, lower-cased “the” runs above the hotel’s name, where the marshmallow white exterior highlights
“Oh, no, now there’ll be a war!” Wails the plaintive Lefty throng Who conveniently ignore That there’s been one, all along— Jihadis, at war with us By their own eager admission— Our policies should cover this Pre-existing condition. Our responses will reveal Who’s Chamberlain-ish, or Rooseveltive: Barry tried the art of the deal. Trump has
FDR refined it, JFK romanticized it, LBJ relaxed it, Richard Nixon restored it, Ronald Reagan revered it, and Donald Trump continues to respect it—the tuxedo jacket. If Democrats are to retake the White House, they had better pin more than their hopes on the only candidate who looks somewhat presidential in black tie and tails.
The New Year’s Eve celebration at Times Square will again this year feature John Lennon’s song “Imagine." We thought this article, first published in 2017, would be worth sharing again this year. Republishing it also affords us an opportunity to wish you a happy, healthy, and prosperous new year. Thank you for all of your support in
For his work in devising a way to predict the spread of infectious diseases, physician and sociologist Nicholas Christakis found himself on a list of top global thinkers in 2010. The year before that, he was ranked among the world's most influential people, making him one of the brightest stars in the constellation of liberalism.
It is no secret that our mainstream culture no longer seems to understand or value religion. Most depictions or attempts to explain it are reduced to mere sentimentality, and this is particularly true whenever there is a liberal treatment of Christianity, especially Roman Catholicism. It isn’t only the simplistic emotionalism of the artists grappling with
Something really interesting is happening at Malpaso Productions, Clint Eastwood’s movie production company. Eastwood’s films, especially in recent years, portray the best in the American character through real stories of ordinary Americans called by events to stand up and shine. In his latest, “Richard Jewell,” Eastwood continues exploring a theme I’ve called “American Greatness in
Mary, didja know How your journey, would be politicized? Mary, did you know How dumb it would get—or have you been surprised? Didja know SJW’s would howl outrageously, At any public ref’rence, to the Lord’s nativity . . . ? Mary, didja know How your foes would attempt to hijack the stable? How they’d reframe
"I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day” has become a holiday standard. It’s been sung by Bing Crosby, Harry Belafonte, Johnny Cash, and Burl Ives to name only a few. The problem is, it’s not a Christmas carol. The song is a musical adaptation of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem, "Christmas Bells." The poem is beautiful,
I have heard it said that Charles Dickens, by his famous novella about the miserly buyer of bad debts who is visited by a series of ghosts and who consequently learns to open his heart and his purse, “invented” Christmas for us speakers of English. That is how we have ended up with a holiday