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

It takes a particularly rarified variety of idiot to look at a Jew-hating fascist with a small mustache - and decide that his opponent is the Nazi.

A Children’s Museum, however, is more of a Funatorium. You are encouraged to touch things, which is poor training for subsequent museum visitation.

Ah, if only the best place for storing embryonic stem cells was Yucca Flat.

The mind forever turns on the lathe of its own contradictions.

When liberal celebs stammer out a litany of shopworn bleats about the administration's attempt to turn America into a theocratic prison state, people can't help but notice that these buskers and mummers seem unmoved by the horrors of actual prison states. (Saddam commissioned a copy of the Quran written in his own blood - but John Ashcroft is the real religious nut, don't you know.)

If you think the ’80s were dumber than the ’70s, either you weren’t there or you weren’t paying attention.