I've always wondered if there was a Hezbollah version of minesweeper where you get points for blowing up on your first move.

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

Wait until France gets a hard shot in the nose. Wait until France reacts with some nasty work. They'll get a golf-clap from the chattering class over here and a you-go-girl from Red America. France could nuke an Algerian terrorist camp and the rest of the world would tut-tut for a day, then ask if the missiles France used were for sale. And of course the answer would be oui.

The International Criminal Court, like most international institutions, is a wonderful idea. A noble idea. All it needs to work is planetary government, worldwide democracy and the triumph of reason over tribal loyalties, political doctrines and individual ambition. In other words, it requires that we all live in the world described by the "Star Trek" television shows.

I want to believe in intelligent design, and hence I am suspicious of anything that seems to confirm my desire to believe.

There are three stages to a man's life. 1. He laughs at Clark Griswold. 2. He sympathizes deeply with Clark Griswold. 3. He laughs at Clark Griswold.

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