The New Yorker ‘s lame attempt at P.O.W. chic.
Military Chic
God, we need a war! And not just a turkey shoot, a bloodless, body-bag-less, media-friendly, bum-of-the-month match like Grenada or Kuwait. No, sir–if we’re ever going to convince the twits, nihilists and jackals who run the Information Age that war, Big War, is not a movie, a photo op or an exercise in Read More
