Al Gore is global warming's rock star. So it's appropriate that the former vice president took to the pages of Rolling Stone to resuscitate his dying issue. Read my article @ FrontPageMag (be sure to click to page 2) on how a crusade draped in science uses base scare tactics to persuade.
Whitey Bulger's miraculous streak of staying ahead of his pursuers wasn't an act of God. It was an act of government. With bribed law enforcement, a
speak truth suck-up-to-power press, and his brother effectively running the state government, the Boston mobster executed a one-man crime wave with impunity for decades. As I write in my column @ Human Events, one-party government, in Libya and in Massachusetts, kills.
The FBI abetted James "Whitey" Bulger in his reign of terror. It's only right that they finally caught the Boston mob boss. After more than sixteen years on the lam, Bulger was finally arrested last night in Santa Monica, California, which literally and figuratively is a long way from South Boston. It's fitting that a man who brutally killed several women was fingered through an ad campaign on daytime television highlighting his current girlfriend. The $2 million reward offered by the FBI is the largest in its history for a domestic fugitive for good reason: law enforcement alleges Bulger to be involved in 19 murders; locals allege he was involved in quite a few more.
My Human Events piece, "10 Reasons Obama Is a One-Term President," is getting quite a bit of play. RealClearPolitics linked to it, and it quickly became the most popular item on its site (it's now listed as the second most viewed article there in the last week). From that exposure, I have been fielding requests for interviews, including one from the brand-new Sun News Network, dubbed Fox News North by some. Anyhow, watch my appearance on SNN's Caldwell Account.
Euphemisms have consequences. Months after terming the bombing of Libya "kinetic military action," the Obama administration rationalizes its disregard of the War Powers Act by claiming that its war in Libya isn't a war at all. Read my piece @ FrontPageMag on how the abuse of language is just one of many peculiarities in the Obama administration's report to Congress on Operation Unified Protector.
Six weeks ago, partisan pundits dubbed the president "invincible" in his quest for a second term. Now, he looks quite beatable. Read my column @ Human Events on the top 10 reasons Obama will lose next November.
Nerve.com tries to settle that '80s-old question: Who is better: The Smiths or The Cure? A writer by the name of Peter Smith, appropriately enough, advocates The Smiths while Mike DiBenedetto takes up the cause of The Cure. The Cure go about misery in a goth manner while The Smiths do it in a very English-boarding-school way. On the one hand, The Smiths essentially retained all four members for the duration while The Cure played musical chairs with their members. On the other hand, The Cure predate The Smiths--who lasted for five short years--and continue to this day. If you like atmospheric keyboards, it's The Cure. If you like jangly guitars, it's The Smiths. What if you like both? Help me come to a conclusion on this vexing question: The Smiths or The Cure?
I jumped on the Boston Bruins bandwagon at the last possible moment. I arrived at a nearby establishment a few minutes before the puck dropped last night and watched the Bs dominate the Vancouver Canucks for three periods (the first few minutes looked a little rough). Mainly, and this matters a lot in playoff hockey, we had a better goal keeper. The victory was sweet, but the downside of jumping on the bandwagon of a championship team is that you are not as emotionally invested in the triumph. My satellite got crushed from the winter storms, so I haven't watched the Bruins, or television in general, since Super Bowl Sunday. I'm not sure having TV reception would have provoked me to wear black-and-gold and unleash my inner Derek Sanderson. I have only so much time allotted to watch sports, and it usually goes to football and the various sports where the combatants punch each other in the face (Hey, they do that in hockey, too!). Nevertheless, it's a pretty cool accomplishment for your hometown to become the first see its four major professional sports franchises win a championship in the new millenium.
NFL wide receiver Plaxico Burress got a jail term for carrying a firearm. One might think this injustice would spark the former Steeler and Giant to lay down $100 for an National Rifle Association lifetime membership. Instead, perversely, he has joined forces with the Brady Center to Prevent Gun Violence to speak out against guns. As I write @ the American Spectator, publically announcing that you will forgo carrying a gun is about as wise as running a slant route without a helmet in front of Ray Lewis.
It's not just in Internet chat rooms where creepy married dudes pose as hot lesbians. A Gay Girl in Damascus, who had gained worldwide attention with tales of her abduction amidst Syrian unrest, turns out to be a bearded grad student recently of Stone Mountain, Georgia. Read my article @ FrontPageMag on how A Gay Girl in Damascus got Western liberals to believe her (him!) by telling them what they wanted to hear.
A decade ago, infected by the everybody-gets-a-trophy disease, the U.S. Army made barets a standard part of a solidier's uniform. Apart from denigrating elite units, such as the Rangers, whose berets serve as a mark of distinction, the universalization of the beret proved impractical. It doesn't block the sun the way a standard cap does and apparently absorbs sweat poorly. The Army announced Monday that it is replacing the beret with a patrol cap.
Tracy Morgan made a joke about gay people. Everybody pretend to be offended. Read my column @ Human Events on how when funny is needed more than ever the laugh police have taken it away.
I walked into the packie, New England-speak for the store that sells you alcohol, yesterday to be confronted by two surprises. Surprise #1 was the 18-ounce bottles of Bud. I've seen 16-ounce "pounder" bottles. I've seen ghetto-style 40-ounce bottles. But 18-ounce bottles? Never. Surprise #2 was of the "pleasant surprise" variety. The listed price for a case of 15 bottles was $9.99. I did the math in aisle one: 15 bottles x 18 ounces = 22 1/2 normal beers. In other words, the packie was selling what was essentially a case of Bud bottles for under $10. I brought one to the counter. Thought it over. I brought a second case to the counter. I told the guy at the counter to hold on and got a third case. "This is a really good deal," I informed the clerk. He concurred. I later examined the "born-on date," which noted a March 4, 2011 birthdate. Perhaps that explains the bargain. I have always regarded the born-on date as a moron gimmick--along the lines of cold-activated cans and wide-mouth bottles--so it didn't bother me that the 110-day freshness period would soon end. Another possibility is that with the mercury exceeding 90 for two days in a row, the store considered that small bottles prove more popular in the summer while larger containers work better in the colder months. Perhaps 18-ounces is too eccentric a size to attract customers. I may never know why the store sold me a case of Bud bottles for less than $10. I only know that they did.
I like, but do not love, Coldplay. I wish they would strike a power chord every so often. They overuse keyboards, including the piano. That said, their new song is awesome. Check it out. It's called "Every Tear Drop Is a Waterfall." It's not summer yet, but "Every Tear Drop Is a Waterfall" is my pick for 2011's song of the summer. Have you heard any other worthy candidates on your radio dial?
The Constitution, the more timid War Powers Act, and the even more timid John Boehner-sponsored resolution last Friday remind the president that the representatives of the people and the states, not one man, retains the power to declare war. Yet, as I write in my article @ FrontPageMag, President Obama continues his unauthorized war in Libya 80 days after he, and not Congress, launched it.
I don't really blame Anthony Weiner for lying about his Internet activities. He has a marriage to keep together. And let's face it: a guy who doesn't take his private trust seriously--even if Bill Clinton presided at the ceremony--isn't going to hesitate to violate the public trust. It's not that I don't think he is a dirtbag. I do. It's just that this is precisely the behavior I would expect from him. Weiner, in some sense, has an excuse, or an explaination at least, of why he lied for the last ten days. What are we to make of his many boosters--Joan Walsh, various MSNBC hosts, The New Republic's James Downie--who propagated Weiner's lies? What's their excuse? Sex and lies go together. So, too, do ideology and lies.
Congressman Anthony Weiner used to like cameras. Former Senator John Edwards once adored courtrooms. Now they dread them. Read my column @ Human Events about the seedy rise and ironic fall of two embodiments of the very worst--celebrity worship and litigiousness run amok--that American culture has to offer.
My hometown hockey club, the Boston Bruins, is playing in the Stanley Cup. I didn't watch game one. In fact, I haven't watched a whole Bruins game all year. Is there something wrong with me for not jumping on the bandwagon? Or, would there be something wrong with me for jumping on the bandwagon at this point?