Yesterday I asked in this space, among other questions about the IRS scandal, this: What was the subject of the Obama-Kelley March 31, 2010 meeting? I received the following
Only in the bizarre world of the Beltway – the women who headed up the IRS division responsible for targeting conservative, pro-life and Jewish groups was promoted to head the IRS division responsible for implementing ObamaCare. She also received more than $141,000 in bonuses over the past three years. I thought organizations that lost money
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Tea Party Henchwoman Now Heads Up ObamaCare
In the amazing story of the rescue of the women kidnapped from a house of horrors in Cleveland, there emerged an overnight internet hero, Charles Ramsay, whose frank interview about the event immediately caught fire. Mr. Ramsay responded to the screams of Amanda Berry, one of the kidnap victims, who was trying to break out
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McDonald’s Recognizes Kidnap Victims And Hero Charles Ramsay
One of the nation’s top advocates for paid sick leave utilizes unpaid interns who lack the pay and benefits for which the group lobbies. The National Partnership for Women & Families (NPWF), a lucrative nonprofit that lobbies for mandatory paid sick leave laws in cities and states across the country, advertised part and full-time internships
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The Matrix: DC Edition
Wednesday Wow, this has been a tricky few days. First, about a week ago, I flew to New York on an uneventful flight, which I already described. Terrible food. I gave my speech, and headed down to the Eastern Shore of the Chesapeake Bay with my trusty friend, Bob. All went well and I had great crab soup at the Robert Morris Inn in Oxford, strolled around the town, and then had a fine meal at the Tidewater Inn. Then back home to rendezvous with Big Wifey, who had just flown in from LAX. We spent all of Saturday resting, and then on Sunday, went off to see my parents’ gravesite in Virginia. It was April 21, the 16th anniversary of my mom’s entry into immortality. Very emotional. I miss my parents endlessly. I guess that will never stop. As I sat at the gravesite on a small marble bench, I started to get a flamethrower type pain in my lungs. It was torture. But I told Bob to drive us to Oxford. Maybe (I foolishly thought) the salty Bay air would make me feel better. But by the time we were eating our spectacular cream of crab soup, I felt horrible. We made out pitiful way to Easton and sat down at the Tidewater Inn. I felt too ill to eat and sprawled on a chair in the lobby. Then, a tormented drive back to D.C. I stopped for a Diet Coke at a McDonald’s on the eastern end of the Bay Bridge. There, I met a man who told me he had just read and enjoyed my latest book, What Would Ben Stein Do? , which I had thought only Wlady Pleszczynski, Aram Bakshian, and John Coyne and I had read. I am not at all sure that Wlady has even read it. I was so happy to meet that nice man, an Army logistician, I could have cried. When I got back to the Watergate, I took a shower, got into my PJ’s, and here I have been ever since, barely alive. Wifey is taking care of me, although she is ill, too. I have been reading the papers and saw that one of my singing idols, Richie Havens, died. He did the greatest version ever of “Just Like a Woman.” Made me sad. I read a truly touching story about the interment of the remains of a Korean War hero named Lt. Col Faith, who died at Cho-Sin charging a Chinese position with only a pistol and grenades. As the superb reporter Greg Jaffe noted, “He
