I Was Never A Fan

We Have Become A Society That Can't Self-correct, That Can't Address Its Obvious Problems, That Can't Pull Out Of Its Nosedive. And So To Our List Of Disasters Let Us Add This Fourth Entry: We Have Entered An Age Of Folly That - For All Our Facebooking And The Twittling Tweedle-dee-tweets Of The Twitterati - We Can't Wake Up From.

Joe Klein Is The Flower Of American Political Journalism, A Sharp Raconteur Who Shows Traces Of The Gonzo Style That Was In Vogue When He Was Honing His Craft At Rolling Stone Back In The Day.

If Your Purpose Is To Understand The Clique Of People Who Dominate Washington Today, The Emails That Really Matter Are The Ones Being Slowly Released By Wikileaks From The Hacked Account Of Hillary Clinton's Campaign Chair John Podesta.

I Think The Wikileaks Releases Furnish Us With An Opportunity To Observe The Upper Reaches Of The American Status Hierarchy In All Its Righteousness And Majesty. High-achieving Colleagues Attempting To Get Jobs For Their High-achieving Children. Foundation Executives Doing Fine And Noble Things. Prizes, Of Course, And High Academic Achievement.

Every City Is Either Vibrant These Days Or Is Working On A Plan To Attain Vibrancy Soon. The Reason Is Simple: A City Isn't Successful - Isn't Even A City, Really - Unless It Can Lay Claim To Being 'vibrant.'