A good point from James Fearon: A while back, Jon Hunstman talked to David Weigel
about his serious love for Captain Beefheart, a recording artist about
five clicks too polarizingly odd for most presidential candidates (of
either party) to admit to ever having even heard.
The Catholic bishops' media-relations director: "While the general
population has debated whether it's nurture or nature that leads to a
homosexual inclination, the church has not posed any theory in that
I'm all for biblical literacy.
I think it's embarrassing when the White House press secretary publicly misattributes a proverb to the Bible,
especially when it's such a classic of the Bible-misattribution genre: "God
helps those who help themselves."
In a Century article
published this week, Benjamin Dueholm explains why politicians of
Michele Bachmann's ilk do well in the swing states of the upper Midwest.
He starts with the fact that Bachmann and Garrison Keillor are from the
same small Minnesota town.
The other day I left the office around lunchtime and walked over to the Occupy Chicago gathering outside the Board of Trade. At the corner waiting for the light to change, I stood next to a protest drummer who fit the stereotype well: unshorn, unkempt and not much over 20.
I don't normally go for gotchas based on political candidates'
rambling improvisations. But this one is hard to ignore: when Herman Cain
appeared on Piers Morgan this week,
he first told Morgan that he's opposed to abortion in all circumstances.
If you haven't been following the conversation around Occupy Wall
Street, it's perhaps best summarized in terms of the Tumblrs.
First there were the 99 percent, who have been demonstrating in
New York and elsewhere for weeks.
I'm a big fan of The
Conversation, the New York Times online
feature in which Gail Collins and David Brooks have a casual chat. I think the
appeal is supposed to be that the two are reasonable, amicable and witty
columnists who clearly like each other a lot. That's all nice, but what I enjoy is the palpable pleasure the
hilarious Collins takes in needling the less intentionally hilarious Brooks.