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Americans Want To Be Protected, But Not At The Cost Of Vitiating The Values That Make Us Americans.

Everybody Is Continuously Connected To Everybody Else On Twitter, On Facebook, On Instagram, On Reddit, E-mailing, Texting, Faster And Faster, With The Flood Of Information Jeopardizing Meaning. Everybody's Talking At Once In A Hypnotic, Hyper Din: The Cocktail Party From Hell.

Eric Schmidt Looks Innocent Enough, With His Watercolor Blue Eyes And His Tiny Office Full Of Toys And His Google Campus Stocked With Volleyball Courts And Unlocked Bikes And Wheat-grass Shots And Cereal Dispensers And Haribo Gummi Bears And Heated Toilet Seats And Herb Gardens And Parking Lots With Cords Hanging To Plug In Electric Cars.

When I Need To Work Up My Nerve To Write A Tough Column, I Try To Think Of Myself As Emma Peel In A Black Leather Catsuit.

The Clintons Want To Do Big Worthy Things, But They Also Want To Squeeze Money From Rich People Wherever They Live On Planet Earth, Insatiably Gobbling Up Cash For Politics And Charity And Themselves From The Same Incestuous Swirl.