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...then escaped. Both incidents--along with last July's trading-floor massacre in Atlanta, where an investor killed nine people before turning the gun on himself--attracted extensive live coverage on TV news channels. Anyone tuning in could be forgiven for thinking that the U.S. is in the grip of an epidemic of workplace homicides. Says Barry Glassner, author of The Culture of Fear: "You start wondering whether the person at the next desk...
...everybody to sue everybody for everything, and Republicans are gridlocked by insurance companies and HMOs who give huge amounts of money." Soon he's rumbling through the domestic agenda like a tank. "The tax code is 44,000 pages long--why can't we reform it? Because of the grip of the special interests." He even applies his worldview to the G.O.P.'s $792 billion tax cut, which Clinton vetoed in September. "It included special tax breaks for the oil-and-gas industry that would have taken effect as soon as the President signed the bill--but the repeal...
...instruments, that was because anyone should be, could be on-stage and that was a/the point. And now he's a performer with an act and we're his consumer. Anyone who climbs on stage gets thrown off by security, which uses a really scary looking behind-the-head grip that must hurt like hell. Growing old? Avalon...
...that he is almost a candidate, how is the fussy, hygienic Donald to keep his sanity in an election year's orgies of grip-and-grin? Mingling with the unwashed, he will presumably shake tens of thousands of germy hands. The most graceful substitute--the Hindu namaste (slight bow, hands clasped near the heart as in prayer)--would not play well in American politics. One alternative might be to shake your own hand, brandishing the two-handed clutch in front of your face like a champ while looking the voter in the eye. No. Too much self-congratulation. A politician...
...final guard of a dying industry, and Agins argues that we (you, me and her) looked up to them until our trust was broken. Haute Couture had never resembled the reality of the upper-middle and middle classes; it had been a fantasy. But eventually, the fantasy lost its grip, straying too far into the stratum of Mizrahi-style, wholly unwearable hoopla. This is how fashion died, Agins argues. It choked on its own opulence...