After the April 15 terrorist bombing in Boston, T-shirts bearing the slogan “Boston Strong—Wrong City to Mess With” began sprouting all over the city as a way of raising beleaguered spirits.
Billionaire investor Warren Buffett has his secretary—and Barack Obama has…me. Like countless other U.S. taxpayers, I was interested but not at all surprised to learn, when I paid my annual visit to Mr. Block, that my effective tax rate for 2012 was higher than Mr. Obama’s enviable effective rate of 18 percent.
Stuart Stevens is the former chief strategist for the Romney campaign. He has just joined Tina Brown’s stable of reasonably presentable conservatives as a columnist at Ms. Brown’s The Daily Beast. I wish Stevens well—he’s a gifted writer and hails from my native state.
One might have thought the campaign season was over, but in fact a new campaign is beginning. This was made clear with the president's trip to what was billed as a "middle class family home" to talk fiscal cliff and tax policy.
While campaigning in Colorado with that pill, Sandra Fluke, at his side, President Obama eloquently summarized what he sees as the dilemma that confronts the typical coed: textbooks or contraception?
President Obama’s self-revealing “You didn’t build that” speech in Roanoke, Va., is turning out to be the gift that keeps on giving. The speech was delivered July 13, and the New York Times last week dubbed it “the campaign story that will not go away.” There are several reasons why this story won’t—and must not—go away.
Although Ralph Lauren got rich selling the American Wasp image, Mr. Lauren’s vaguely creepy uniforms for the U.S. Olympic team are more suggestive of Paris's Left Bank Maoists than hearty American athletes. The berets were a huge mistake, Ralph.
You’ve probably already seen it—but just in case you missed the most curious campaign fundraising pitch in the annals of American politics, here it is...
A chorus of right-thinking columnists is emerging to advise the Romney campaign that it’s time to get back to the real issues. Don’t get bogged down in these imaginary gender issues, they urge.
Conservatives should not be lulled into a false sense of security by the questions asked during the Supreme Court’s oral arguments over the Affordable Care Act. But we can savor the shock and horror spreading through the ranks of the bill’s supporters, can’t we?
As mascot for Mississippi State University, poor old Bully XX, the cherished English bulldog, must be casting down his soulful, brown eyes in gentle bulldog shame.
That Georgetown law student Sandra Fluke's congressional testimony has come to dominate our national conversation about the government's unprecedented insurance mandate shows just how easily the media can become distracted from the truly profound questions that confront our country.
A noble band of Republicans legislators on Capitol Hill is doing something almost unheard of in the annals of courage: not jumping through hoops to placate the nation’s feminist minority.
When the National Education Association—the nation’s largest teachers’ union—addresses the problem of high school dropout rates, you can bet your bottom dollar that their proposals will be more beneficial to the powerful union than to the dropouts.
Although I nightly hang upon every word Bill O’Reilly spews forth in his “Talking Points Memo,” I must take issue with Mr. O’s dour, pre-Iowa assessment of the magnificent legislative achievements of Rep. Ron Paul.
After turning himself into a veritable caricature of the 1 percent he derides at every opportunity, President Obama has suddenly discovered his true calling: champion of the middle class.
As a former Time magazine “Person of the Year” myself (2006—look it up), I was intrigued by the editors’ choice of my latest successor: As you may have heard by now, POY for 2011 is “The Protestor,” an amalgam of Occupy Wall Street and people being gunned down in the Middle East.
Sometimes in unguarded moments the Obamas have said revealing things that later needed to be explained away—the president’s “bitter clingers” remark and Mrs. Obama’s being proud of her country “for the first time in my adult life” spring to mind.
Rutledge, who earns up to $15,000 in a good day, is Mrs. Obama's main makeup artist.
Although I fell in love with Sarah Palin in 2008, she had begun to drive me a just a little bit crazy recently, often so inarticulate that I thought she was trying to make Barack Obama without a teleprompter look like Pericles.
