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Where are you, Ross Perot? The Texas millionaire who won 19% of the vote in 1992 after teaching the country to get angry about the budget deficit should be banging his spoon on the table right now. Or a draft-Perot movement should be under way. (Perot declined to talk to TIME.) In addition to the new burden for Medicare, discretionary spending has increased 27% in the past two years. Much of that has gone to fighting the war on terrorism, but funds have also been spent on new benefits for veterans, subsidies for farmers and aid to low-performing...
...Senator Joseph McCarthy who is gay, closeted and stricken with AIDS; the ghost of Ethel Rosenberg (Meryl Streep), whom Cohn, by pulling strings, got executed for treason; and an angel (Emma Thompson)--the spiritual avatar of America. When she smashes through the ceiling of Prior's apartment to draft him as an unwilling prophet, all hell breaks loose--or, really, terrifyingly, all heaven does...
...didn't have as much practice skiing as the Governor did. He was out there skiing when I was recovering from my wounds in Vietnam." WESLEY CLARK, presidential candidate, on rival Howard Dean's skiing activities after Dean got a medical deferment from the draft...
Almost 40 years ago, thousands of college students across America faced a grim prospect upon graduation—the Vietnam War. Today, while there is no draft, your future and America’s future once again has a cloud hanging over it—the war in Iraq...
Attempts at creative writing involve many time-honored traditions: staring at blank sheets of paper (blank virtual sheets of paper, these days); typing out a few tentative words, only to cringe and toss them away; getting angry at people who read the final draft and don’t sense all the brilliant, subtly wrought miracles of language. Ever since that conversation with my blockmate, though, I’ve begun to notice another quality of the writing process that I hadn’t really considered: unabashed navel-gazing...