As the Press Turns

Michael Tomasky

Dire Consequences

This soon-to-be-classic Ed Sorel cartoon is available only in our print edition. Sorry!

Edward Sorel

McKinney Redux

John Nichols

The Israel Lobby

Michael Massing

September 11 Questions

the Editors

In Fact…

the Editors

The Warning Game

David Corn

Dick Cheney’s Primer on the Constitution

So what's it called if during war you criticize the President for any reason?
Treason.
And how long does this war go on (and this is where this theory's really pretty clever)?
Forever.

Calvin Trillin

And Another Thing…

Katha Pollitt

Knowledge (and Power)

For Senator Clinton to flourish a copy of the New York Post--the paper that has called her pretty much everything from Satanic to Sapphist--merely because it had the pungent headline "Bush Knew" is not yet her height of opportunism. (The height so far was reached last fall, when she said she could understand the rage and hatred behind the attacks on the World Trade Center because, after all, she had been attacked herself in her time.) But the failure of her husband's regime to take Al Qaeda seriously is the clue to the same failure on the part of the Bush gang.

Christopher Hitchens

The Job Has Become Too Big for Ashcroft

OK, so maybe John Ashcroft and Robert Mueller are not the sharpest tools in the shed. How else to explain that, after September.

Robert Scheer

In Cold Type

Amy Wilentz

Grabitization (Don’t Look)

Matt Taibbi

Pursued by Love’s Demons

As if the back streets of our local city
might dispense with their pyrrhic accumulation of dust and wineful tonality,
offer a reprise of love itself, a careless love
rendered grand and persuasive
by its own shy handful of hope, some ballast such as this
on a summer afternoon when the air smells of slaughtered chickens,
and other problems, like the estranged spouse of a good friend,
holler from the passageway. It's always conclusive
in the bungled moment after you try to accomplish something irreducible.
So you say as you return empty-handed from the store,
having forgotten everything--your money, the list.

Charlie Smith

Custom

There is a difference it used to make,
seeing three swans in this versus four in that
quadrant of sky. I am not imagining. It was very large, as its
effects were. Declarations of war, the timing fixed upon for a sea-departure; or,
about love, a sudden decision not to, to pretend instead to a kind
of choice. It was dramatic, as it should be. Without drama,
what is ritual? I look for omens everywhere, because they are everywhere
to be found. They come to me like strays, like the damaged,
something that could know better, and should, therefore--but does not:
a form of faith, you've said. I call it sacrifice--an instinct for it, or a habit at first, that
becomes required, the way art can become, eventually, all we have
of what was true. You shouldn't look at me like that. Like one of those saints
on whom the birds once settled freely.

Carl Phillips

Sleepless in Nightmute

Stuart Klawans

The Evolution of Darwinism

David Hawkes

Yaqui Way of Knowledge

Hal Gelb

Singing to Power

British folk-rocker Billy Bragg has to be the only popular musician who could score some airtime with a song about the global justice movement. The first single from Bragg's England, Half Engli

Hillary Frey