Among prospective Republican presidential candidates, Rep. Paul Ryan is unique. He puts policy ahead of politics.
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The world is filled with controversies, and not all of them are equally compelling, much less legitimate. Having a bully pulpit carries with it the obligation to choose, wisely, the subject of rumination.
We’ve had plenty of rhetorical villains since the fatal police shooting of a black teen in Ferguson, Missouri, grandstanders stirring up fear in vengeful tones, and we’ve ha violence and looting, mostly by nonresidents taking advantage of a tragedy to enrich themselves. But we’ve had heroes, too, and, at the young man’s funeral, we had calls for engaged citizenship and a stop to community disruption.
My son explained the gig this way: People are dumping buckets of ice water over themselves, filming it and posting the videos online. Then they tag three others, who have 24 hours to do the same or pay up. They’re doing this in the name of ALS.
Why did the Ferguson Police Department leave the body of Michael Brown uncovered in the hot street after a police officer killed him?
It’s August, and most of the federal government is on vacation.
The events that have recently overtaken Ferguson, Mo., have exposed much more than just the vestiges of racial distrust and strained law enforcement-citizen relationships.
For several years, debate over President Barack Obama’s international policies has followed a simple partisan pattern.
Oh no! The United States is falling behind in yet another big area — commercial use of drones. (Those things that buzz around and gather information and drop bombs overseas but don’t yet deliver Amazon packages.)
There are two words every president, including Barack Obama, hates to hear: “lame duck.”
At a time when Americans are deeply divided over the meaning of “separation of church and state,” a ruling from the 2nd U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals last week provides a much-needed case study in how the First Amendment’s Establishment Clause is supposed to work.
I first heard about Robin Williams’ death while I was standing in line at my mother’s viewing and a friend’s BlackBerry dinged with the news alert from CNN.
Convert to Islam, pay a religious levy or die.
When I was growing up, my parents often gave me pep talks that were different from the ones my white male friends got from their parents.
Shortly after Israel invaded the Gaza Strip in 2009, a close Muslim friend I’d known since elementary school suddenly disappeared from my Facebook feed. She’d been excoriating Israel in her posts, and I’d said nothing. Then I posted a statistic showing the number of Hamas-fired missiles landing in southern Israel, where my husband has family. That same day, I noticed my friend had written “OMG!!” under my post. And then she was gone.