The dirty little secret of journalism is that it really isn't a profession, it's a craft. All you need is a telephone and a conscience and you're all set.

I think you earn your reputation for honesty and integrity literally hour-by-hour, and taste for that matter.

There is something about hearing your president affirm your humanity that you don't know what effect it has until you hear it.

I think of these imperial adventures like welfare programs; you start them with all good intentions, they never end, they go on forever and get more expensive as they go on.

I watched Nancy Pelosi and Tom Daschle. Good grief. What whining weenies.

The good news about me is that my friends and social network is entirely independent of politics.

The middle part of the country - the great red zone that voted for Bush - is clearly ready for war. The decadent Left in its enclaves on the coasts is not dead - and may well mount what amounts to a fifth column.