The first “sophisticated” anthrax spores turned up in a U.S. Senator’s office. Good show: a microbe waving a cigarette holder around while drinking a martini from a long-stemmed glass. Sophisticated or not, the deadly little fellow has all but brought Congress to a halt, which would be something less than an unmitigated disaster were it Read More
The Terror War is longer than the Gulf War or the average
Arab-Israeli war. It’s longer than the doodlebug bombing of Sudanese
pharmaceutical plants. It has lived long enough, though, to breed colonies of
misconceptions.
Should we wage war during Ramadan? Ah, the pious scruples of
murderers. You can torch and crush 6,000 unwarned Read More
Whenever an obscure professor complains about the war against the Taliban, an alarm is sounded from certain quarters about the enemy within, the supposed disloyalty of academics and the uncertain patriotism of anybody who lacks enthusiasm for military action. But citizens peaceably exercising their right to dissent-no matter how mistaken-are no menace to national security. Read More
The right wing in this country would die for their guns, while some of the rest of us do just that. They are jingoists down to the bone, and their patriotism has always smacked of smug, clichéd cliquishness to me. But the peace movement shaking its mothballed, tie-dyed head before our very eyes is a Read More
We now know what to name the
thing in the closet that goes bump all night long, disturbing our sleep. It is
the Taliban, up to no good. The Taliban rules more than 90 percent of
Afghanistan, keeping women the powerless, propertyless, uneducated captives of
their fathers and husbands, covered from head to toe. Read More
We now know what to name the thing in the closet that goes bump all night long, disturbing our sleep. It is the Taliban, up to no good. The Taliban rules more than 90 percent of Afghanistan, keeping women the powerless, propertyless, uneducated captives of their fathers and husbands, covered from head to toe. Now Read More
I had this dream the other night in which a bearded fellow from the Taliban, carrying an automatic rifle, his shoulder-held missile propped against the bare white wall behind him, was shaking hands with a skinhead, all shiny bald with a blue swastika in the middle of his wide, white forehead. The skinhead wore black Read More
