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A Year Ago This Month


By The Way...


There will be a G-File today, I just haven’t figured out what it will be about.


Does This...


Mean the Bush Administration is taking advice from Al Gore? I mean it’s good news, I think (especially about O’Neil) but it will be interesting to see what Gore says. This could be another classic example of the Bushies flummoxing their opponents by doing exactly what they say. Other examples include: Democrats: Go to the UN, Bush: Goes to the UN; Democrats: You must have a vision for Israel, Bush: My vision is Arafat must go; Democrats: You must have a department of homeland security, Bush: here is my department of homeland security….

Web Briefing: October 23, 2014

Cnn Is Saying...


…they handed over their resignations “at the request of the president.” Nice.


And Lindsey, Too!



WASHINGTON (AP) — Senior White House economic adviser Larry

Lindsey resigns, senior White House official says.

Good News!


I Love This


The Washington Post has a piece on the USS Harry Truman aircraft carrier heading out to sea, probably to the Persian Gulf. As the ship was leaving the dock a voice came over the loudspeakers and declared:
“Peace on Earth to men of goodwill…All others stand by.”



From a Muslim college student:


As always, another excellent column on your part (“Religion of Peace?”). As a Muslim, I could not have agreed more with the points you made, particularly at the end, when you noted that Muslims of the peaceful variety (i.e., the majority) are quick to denounce Americans and Europeans for bigotry, yet are slow to condemn their fellow Muslims for atrocities they commit. I applaud you, and others like you, for your efforts to enlighten us all on such an important issue. Keep up the good work.

If You Have Been Wondering What to Make of The Central Park Jogger News


Read John Podhoretz. (Read him if you have known exactly what you think about it, too.)

a Thrill of Hope?


Clearly, Rodster, you do not have a driveway. I fell on my knees, but, alas, not for reasons you would have in the snow. The sentiments are more like Grandma got run over by a reindeer for some of us, however unfortunately.

We Own The Wall Street Journal


John J. Miller on Tolkkien (!!! A CORNER THEME LIVES ON) and Jay Nordlinger on amazing opera wars, fascinating story.

Kiddie McFatsos


I think it’s absurd and an outrage that those fat kids are suing McDonald’s for making them chubs. Still, this is pretty sickening.

A Christmas Postcard


A thrill of hope. The snow made today the kind of December day a Southerner always wished for as a child, but almost never got. It was especially wonderful after the sun went down and the streetlights went on, causing the snow to appear to glow. We went over to an a cappella concert at Battery Park tonight, close to Ground Zero, a little neighborhood kind of thing. We wanted to hear the Roches — sisters Maggie, Suzzy and Terre — perform Christmas music. Their fantastic Christmas album is long out of print (you can order it if you follow the link), but it is a gem of Mrs. D’s and my teenage years, so the prospect of hearing them was a real New York treat. So after we came in from Brooklyn on the subway, we stopped by Ground Zero, to say a prayer. You might remember the Brooks Brothers store across from the south tower; on 9/11, it served as a makeshift morgue. Rescuers stacked recovered body parts in its aisles. Tonight, though, the store windows were filled with red ribbons, greenery and Christmas merchandise, bathed in warm light. I tell you, it almost made me weep to see that mundane resurrection. I stood across the street, at the fence ringing the site, and noticed the large steel-beam cross on its pedestal, its arms holding up a thin frosting of snow. Just beyond it, someone had put up a huge Christmas tree. Evergreen. Life.

I turned away and walked back to where my wife and three-year-old son were standing. A man in a trenchcoat walked off making some kind of noise. Julie pointed to him. ‘Did you hear him?’ she asked. No, I hadn’t. ‘He was a businessman, I think, and he was singing Ave Maria at the top of his lungs as he passed the site.’

Over at Battery Park, on the banks of the Hudson River, the Roches had just begun Handel’s ‘Hallelujah Chorus’ in three-part harmony as we walked up. We got hot chocolate and Christmas cookies, and stood under snow-laden trees listening to these sisters sing the most beautiful versions of sacred and secular carols I’ve heard in ages. The snow was still falling on the dark waves of the Hudson, and my boy told me he wanted to cross over to Jersey. “That’s where Edison lives,” he said.

But we stood in the snow with the neighborhood folks, listening to the music, with hearts full of gratitude for this city in our place in it. A little over a year ago, on that day, this neighborhood was covered with grey ash, and choked by acrid smoke from the inferno a few blocks away. Tonight, though, everything was frosted white by the snow, clean and deep and pure. Watching the bundled-up children laughing and eating peppermint canes and throwing snowballs at each other, I thought about how terrified they must have been on 9/11, and wondered if they and their parents ever thought a night so serene and joyous as this one would ever come to their neighborhood again.

As the sisters sang, I noticed an older man, maybe a businessman, attending an older woman in a wheelchair. She must have been his wife. She was wrapped snugly in a grey shawl, her thin face swaddled by a red scarf. Her face looked so forlorn and expressionless, I thought she must be depressed. Then he brought her a Christmas cookie, and she brought her right hand out from under the shawl to take it. Her hand shook violently, and she labored to bring the cookie to her mouth. Parkinson’s. This would account for the frozen expression on her face.

From that moment, it was hard to take my eyes off the couple. The old man was so tender with his wife, fussing to see that she had what she needed, that she was warm, that she felt the touch of his hand. When the Roches began to sing O Holy Night, the old man bended his knee in the snow, placed his face on his wife’s shoulder, and softly sang the words to her. His bright eyes brimmed with love and mercy, hers stared into the distance. ‘O night! O night divine!’

There is not enough evil in the world to extinguish the good in the hearts of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.

Title Ix Quotas Are Going Down


Best news I have seen in a while on college sports. Panel insiders are amazingly optimistic, too.

This Is So New York Times


Wow, Andrew...


…you were. :-) On the other hand, this came up in conversation with a friend of mine last week who was blown away by the nerdiness quotient it reflected: in the sixth grade I wrote a book report on George H. W. Bush’s campaign book, Looking Forward.

Blast From The Past


I Bet a Number of You Will Agree With This


From a reader:

Scrolling through the Corner suddenly reminds me of Lord Byron on Coleridge: “Explaining his metaphysics to the
nation / I wish he’d explain his explanation.”

Model Presidents


Readers have written in with further comments about presidential action figures. There’s concern that a Ford doll would keep falling over and that the LBJ figurine would try to pick up the Blues Clues dog by the ears. The Taft figure might need a special-sized carton and the William Henry Harrison is only likely to have a very limited warranty.

Dangerously (how would you get the Byrd to shut up?) there’s also demand for talking senators (“Imagine the Daschle figurine complaining about everything you do”) and, incredibly, for a House/big house combo doll – a ‘James Traficant’.

Not much call yet for vice presidents. Of course, the Cheney figurine is only available at an undisclosed location.

Nerdiest of Them All?


Thinking back to my school days, I reckon I win this tawdry talent contest with some ease. Captain of the chess team, stamp collector (until surprisingly recently in fact), reader of Isaac Asimov, Pink Floyd fan and member of the Syd Barrett Appreciation Society. The clincher (in case anyone knows what this means): when it came to picking cricket teams I was always chosen to be the ’scorer’.

These days, of course, I’m cool, which is why I wear NRO logo clothing. (advertisement)


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