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Here's your Stetson, what's your hurry? Americans can't wait to see the back of George W. Bush. Will they feel the same about him at the box office?
If I had a nickel for every time some pundit has opined about Barack Obama and the dreaded "Bradley effect," I could rescue Wall Street.
If O.J. Simpson whined in the Mojave Desert (Nevada side), and no one was around to hear him, would he still make a noise? Do we care?
As I listened to last Saturday's news conference about the Metrolink crash, my first thought was, "Yowza, somebody stood up and did the right thing."
The sage of St. Paul, the radio storyteller Garrison Keillor, has a tender spot for California -- so tender that perhaps one day he'll launch "A Coastal Home Companion" as a winter replacement series for his "A Prairie Home Companion."
THE MOST exhausting part of a satirist's work has to be out-racing the truth. How can you be out-of-the-box outrageous about, say, a Supreme Court nomination, when reality has already outpaced you? When anybody can hunt through the C-SPAN archive and find the words "Coke can" and "pubic hair" uttered in a Senate confirmation hearing?
Ihave never run across a news story about Los Angeles police in which the police union clammed up and had nothing whatsoever to say about it. Until this one.
Over the next couple of weeks, we -- not ordinary-people we but big-money folks -- are splashing out about $120 million to stage two national political conventions. The Democrats convene in Denver, the Republicans in St. Paul, where delegates will confab and holler, drink and eat, collect swag and, oh yes, formally nominate a candidate.
Bless her, Jean Orban was only trying to be a good neighbor and a good citizen.
The cops and concierges, the cabbies and firefighters and gas station attendants who labor by the thousands in the flourishing Anaheim "resort district" are about to be invited to attend -- how shall I say this? -- charm school.