"...but we tortured some folks." -- President Barack Obama, Aug.1, 2014
OK, in the first place: "tortured some folks?" Really?
About 5:15 p.m. on June 17, 1971, in the Oval Office, the president ordered a crime: "I want it implemented on a thievery basis. Goddamn it, get in and get those files. Blow the safe and get it."
Things are good!
Sometimes, like the other day, I want to get up and shout it out.
Maybe you already know about this. Maybe you read on Slate, saw on Colbert or heard on NPR how a developer qualified for tax benefits under New York City's Inclusionary Housing Program by agreeing to add to its new luxury building on the Upper West Side a set number of "affordable" apartments.
Nearly a quarter-century ago, on Sept. 3, 1990, the massive press thundered to life in our new building at 2828 Pickett Road and printed its first copies of The Durham Morning Herald and the afternoon Durham Sun.
When I was a child, a catchy advertisement aired between reruns of “Scooby Doo” and “Josie and the Pussy Cats.” It went like this: “Look for the union label/When you are buying a coat, dress, or blouse/Remember somewhere our union's sewing/Our wages going to feed the kids and run the house!” The one that aired in Texas was introduced by an avuncular, southern man wearing a bolo tie.
It’s the journey, not the destination, that matters most -- or so we have been assured by deep thinkers ranging from Ralph Waldo Emerson to Steven Tyler. When it comes to North Carolina’s revised 2014-15 state budget, however, the journey proved to be less an idyllic journey through the countryside than a drive through rush-hour traffic with a station wagon full of cranky kids.
Cover your eyes and hide the kids: A Republican is talking poverty.
With metronomic regularity, there is a choreographed minuet of carnage. Israel is attacked. Israel defends itself. Perfunctory affirmations of Israel's right of self-defense are quickly followed by accusations that Israel's military measures are disproportionate. Then come demands for a cease-fire, and the attackers replenish their arsenals.
“I don’t read the Washington Post. That is not where I get my ideas.”
Many years ago when there were still lots of conservatives voting in Democratic primaries, a congressional candidate pandered to conservatives by trashing a liberal newspaper.
In a place haunted by ghosts, on a thoroughfare of the damned, standing upon ground once watered by blood, Breanna Mitchell lifted a camera to take her own picture. She smiled a sunshine smile.
A snippet in D. G. Martin’s column on our editorial page Wednesday caught my eye, and sent me to his topic – the latest issue of N. C. Data Net – to drill a little deeper.
"Are you kidding?" This is Monica Wehby's amiable response to people who wonder whether she will be able to bear the pressures of office if she wins her race as a Republican Senate candidate. For 17 of her 52 years she has been a pediatric neurosurgeon, holding in steady hands sharp steel and the fate of children's brains. She probably can cope with the strains of legislative life.
It's a revealing video.
Not in the sense of physical nakedness. No, what is naked in that clip is a kind of political opportunism that has become all too common.