The lot of a diplomat is not always a happy one. Life in striped pants can be challenging. So much Chablis and brie, so little time. It’s not all polite chatter. In the matter of the crucial talks over the future of Iran’s nuclear program, all the pushing and pulling of policy, all the huffing and puffing of inflamed egos, will probably be for naught. Sooner or later, unless the Israelis rescue the West from fear and indecision, Iran will have its Islamic bomb.
“Earmarks,” small, large and enormous pots of taxpayers’ money that congressmen give themselves to fund pet projects in their districts, usually in return for votes, are a lot like Count Dracula. They won’t stay dead. But last week the Republicans in the House put down an attempt by one of their own to resurrect them.
Congressional lethargy and inaction in the wake of the Republican wave of 2010 is not the fault of the Republicans, no matter how loud the cries of frustrated liberals. Over the course of the current Congress, the House of Representatives passed nearly 350 bills, only to see them die in Harry Reid’s Senate. Some of them surely deserved death, but not all.
Pity the plight of upstate New Yorkers, buried under six feet of snow. The folks who dwell in the lee of the Great Lakes are accustomed to deep drifts of white magic in winter, but a winter wonderland doesn’t look so magical when the solstice is still a month away. November is not supposed to behave like January. Some of the global warming “experts” attribute the cause of the early snow to “global warming.”
Janet Yellen, the chairman of the Federal Reserve, has announced at last an end to something called Quantitative Easing. This monetary expansion program has pumped trillions of dollars of new money into the financial system, basically by running the government printing presses.