Two years ago, I alerted people to the fact that the groundwork was being laid for a new kind of government where virtually everyone is a suspect and it will no longer matter if you’re innocent or guilty, whether you’re a threat to the nation or even if you’re a citizen.
The results of the 2009 City of Santa Monica Resident Survey are out. Commissioned by the city, it assesses levels of satisfaction with city programs and services and reveals attitudes about city issues.
I know it’s not the same as toiling in the mines, but writing is hard work. That’s why it’s so impressive to me when someone is prolific. Thriller novelist Robert Ludlum, author of “The Bourne Identity,” among others, is an example.
When I first came to Congress in the 1960s, dialogue between members of Congress and their constituents was straightforward. Every so often, a lawmaker would get interviewed on radio or television.
In the early 1960s, comedian Foster Brooks was famous in nightclubs and on TV for his brilliant portrayal of a lovable drunk. Lenny Bruce had a routine called “The White Collar Drunk,” a successful businessman who was perfectly groomed but so blitzed out of his brain he argued with everyone in the b
I’ve spent a lot of time getting to know myself recently, but not through therapy (been there, done that), a diary (there’s not enough space in the Library of Congress to store my extensive body of work so I’ve temporarily stopped journaling until they build an annex) or meditation.
In many ways, our great country is now at a crossroads. Will we continue to build on the values that helped to make us great, including a reliance on our native ingenuity, creativity, and work ethic? Or will we get soft and look evermore toward bigger government to take care of us? Today we are faci
Last week I back-handed modern day binge and purge feminism. This week I’m monkey slapping upon the australopithicene antics of my own antediluvian gender tribe.
When I first heard an American ship, the Maersk Alabama, had been attacked by four pirates off the coast of Somalia, I thought I bumped my head and woke up in 1815.
You glance right, then left. Next your eyes focus on the defender in front of you as your feet dance around him. You dribble the ball another five feet, stop, turn on a dime.
Our home Earth is an extraordinary planet. The diversity and abundance of life is breathtaking. About 4.5 billion years ago a planet roughly the size of Mars collided with Earth.
Q: My son’s friend just got his driver license and has offered to give my son a ride to school since we live nearby. Both boys are 17 and tell me it’s legally OK, but I suspect they may be bending the rules.
