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...scholarships to deserving children of illegal immigrants in Arkansas. "We never should grind our heel in the face of a child," he has said. But if a nativist revolt is brewing, his fellow Republicans are handing out the pitchforks. Peripheral candidates like Tom Tancredo and Duncan Hunter set the slime flowing in the presidential campaign. The theme was soon picked up by Mitt Romney, who seems incapable of finding an issue where integrity trumps expediency. Romney has made illegal immigration the target of recent campaign ads. He has used the issue as a cudgel against Rudy Giuliani (a passionately...
...rare privilege of watching the members of OK Go (and the slightly more common privilege of watching Poonsters) throw pies into the rubber trousers of their teammates, throw water balloons into baskets on their teammates’ heads, and race to grab a flag soaking in green slime in an inflatable pool. The “Double Dare” theme music, rather than the songs of OK Go, played in the background. Onlookers described themselves as quite puzzled. “I have absolutely no idea what this is,” Zachary A.Y. Pollinger...
...Patrick Plan. His Brittany-based company, Marinoë, markets a range of seaweed edibles, from red dulse, a sweet-tasting seaweed that grows on rocks, to wakame pasta, made from a mild-flavored kelp. Plan enthuses, "it's a food with a future." And you thought it was just slime...
Another name for the much derided "politics as usual" is democracy. Things get disagreeable because people disagree. Ideology is a good thing, not a bad one--and partisanship is at its worst when it is not about ideology. That's when it descends into trivia and slime. Ideology doesn't have to mean mindless intransigence or a refusal to accommodate new evidence or changing circumstances. It is just a framework of basic principles. A framework is more than just a list: all the pieces should fit together...
...Hammer is forced to agree. "There in the muck and slime of the jungle, there in the stink that hung over the beaches rising from the bodies of the dead, there in the half-light of too many dusks and dawns laced together with the crisscrossed patterns of bullets, I had gotten a taste of death and found it palatable to the extent that I could never again eat the fruits of a normal civilization.... Maybe it did happen to me over there.... Maybe I was twisted and rotten inside. Maybe I would be washed down the sewer with...