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

The relationship of black Americans to Obama is sociologically riveting.

...when a reporter is quoting Sid Blumenthal on president Bush, you know he's scraping the barrel.

There is no escaping this fight. It is civilization or Jihadism. We can and should debate tactics; but the sides are clear enough.

I'm not going to sit around an pretend I'm not thinking things on my blog when I am thinking them and when I'm open to rebuttal.

The New York Times had not become The New York Times overnight. It had to earn its reputation day-by-day.

I was also reminded of one of the unique charms of NYC in the summer: vast piles of rotting garbage piled on the sidewalks, with that sweet yet nauseating smell of decomposing groceries sitting in the humid fetid air, and rancid food juices oozing over the sticky sidewalks. With my windows open to counter the stuffiness, I could occasionally catch a whiff of the stench outside. People actually like living in this chaotic, fetid monument to incompetence? Beats me.