Like clockwork, we’ve ticked back to the annual government shutdown scare that invariably dominates news headlines and sends stocks seesawing…
I used to have nightmares of a dead city. Its beauty would lie broken across harsh streets. No lights could…
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As I point out in my new book, A Government of Wolves: The Emerging American Police State, there are several…
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Curls of smoke chased the darkness away. Its hair-like strand slid down across the night. The ghostly white against the…
Here’s a recipe for disaster: Take a young man (or woman), raise him on a diet of violence, hype him…
This November New Yorkers will go to the polls to vote for a replacement for incumbent mayor Michael Bloomberg. Scandals…
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