I don't believe in the very concept of "first thing in the morning." I'm a "third thing in the afternoon" fellow.

I don't believe in the very concept of "first thing in the morning." I'm a "third thing in the afternoon" fellow.

All you need to know about Arafat was that he insisted on wearing a pistol when he addressed the UN General Assembly. And all you need to know about the UN, I suppose, is that they let him.

And I don't want posture lessons from a country that spent the last 20 years flopping on its back and grabbing its ankles when Saddam showed up waving stacks of Francs in exchange for bang-sticks.

I'll start drinking tea over coffee when the big hand is on Never and the little hand is on Ain't Gonna Happen.

From Day One the very existence of [Camp Bravo] has been a popcorn hull in the tender gums of the hard left.

The al-Qaida cell broken up near Buffalo, N.Y., contains some citizens who also found themselves in Afghanistan, training for the Great All-Around Satan Smiting. Treason? Oh, of course not. They were on a religious pilgrimage and got lost. Happens all the time. I knew a kid who went to Lutheran Bible Camp and turned up six years later in a Christian Identity compound with a shaved head and a Hitler mustache.