My new Think Again column is Tax Cuts: The Faith and the Facts.
My Nation column is Rupert Murdoch and the 'Jewish Owned Press.'
A few words about “Skyfall”
Things that are too stupid about “Skyfall” to accept, though it does not make it impossible to enjoy the movie:
1) It is based on a total absurdity: No intelligence would ever (or even could) compile such a list.
2) There is never any explanation given for the existence of said list.
3) When Bond “dies” in the beginning and then ends up on that beach, well, what? How did that happen? Again, no explanation.
I don't mind absurdities within the movies. I do mind a) the plot being based on one and b) them not bothering to try to explain them.
Things that are silly but okay, because this is Bond: Everybody in the movie has hundreds of chances to kill everybody else. They prefer to describe how they are about to kill them instead. That's standard fare in all bad guy movies.
Letter to the editor of the New Yorker, which I hate to do, because I’m a professional writer and so it’s blockhead-ish of me to write anything for free, and what’s more, it wasn’t printed:
Alex Ross's fine meditation on the history of gay political liberation, but when he writes "In the nineties, talk of gay marriage sounded kooky and futuristic, like something out of a left-wing version of “The Jetsons." he should be aware of the actual left-wing version of the Jetsons and it was released, coincidentally, in 1990. I speak of the much under-rated, "Jetsons: the Movie," in which George and his family switch sides in the the battle over intergalactic capitalistic exploitation and join a group of revolutionary "Grungees" who have been forced to work under Foxconn-like conditions in their fight against the evil Spacely Sprocket corporation, for whom, all Jetsons fans, will recall, George labored. The Grungees win their fight and instead of returning to manufacturing sprockets under unsafe conditions, engineer a recycling solution which is embraced by the newly enlightened Mr. Spacely and George and his family bid their fellow revolutionaries–now in the charge of the means of production—a fond farewell. A fairy tale, I know, but you can look it up.