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- Gitmo’s first commander: Close the prison down
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- Pa. police pull people over for random DNA tests for feds
- NASA pushing hard to get back into space game
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Latest Gail Collins Items
There’s not a dry mattress, pair of skivvies or delicate lace panty anywhere out there. The president is chasing an imaginary bird, the pollsters are choking back panic (“Has our methodology been wrong?”), and the media glitteries are even more hysterical than usual. (“How can anyone as wonderful as us be so wrong?”)
I think what's generally expected of a seventh-generation Texan, not to mention a Rick Perry voter, reviewing a New York writer's put-down of his homeland is some high-class fuming and frothing. I close Gail Collins' cantankerous book in unaccountably good temper.
Public figures have little control over how they are remembered. Herbert Hoover did not expect to be forever linked to the Great Depression. Richard Nixon never expected to be known as the only president to resign his office.