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Getting Religion Howard Dean’s Theological Critics Miss the Mark (and Matthew) And when you pray, do not imitate the hypocrites: they love to say their prayers standing up in the synagogues and at the street corners for people to see them. I tell you solemnly, they have had their reward. But when you pray, go to your private room and, when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in that secret place, and your Father who sees all that is done in secret will reward you. Matthew 6:5-6* In their relentless compiling of reasons why Howard Dean is unelectable, members of the Stop Dean movement seem to think they have found their strongest one yet: the Democratic frontrunner’s apparent lack of religiosity. Advanced by Very Smart People with a conventionally wise bent, these critiques have so far tended to be based on a frightfully simplistic view of American religious belief or, in one notable case, logical inconsistency. They depend on a misreadin
I Feel Good (Who Knew That I Would?) Weekend Politics - Sunday Show Wrap-Up Who knew the Reverend Al Sharpton, our favorite gadfly presidential candidate and general thorn in the Democratic side, could sing? Sharpton’s turn before the band on “Saturday Night Live” this weekend wins him the prize in the weekly Sunday show sweepstakes. (Yes, the show starts on Saturday, but ends on Sunday, so that’s how we’re working it in.) In a very funny bit--with Tracy Morgan playing the younger Sharpton, arrayed in the rev’s once trademark track suit and medallions (not to mention the James Brown hairdo)--the candidate covered the Godfather of Soul’s theme song with aplomb, including the footwork . (Unfortunately, the rest of the show failed to live up to the standard set in this opening piece.) Most Dems I know roll their eyes when Sharpton’s name comes up, but I must confess, I’m glad he’s in the race. A good friend--a civil rights activist who is African American (I
Stranger Bedfellows There Never Were Transafrica and the Free Congress Foundation Hold Hands When Fox News and the Congressional Black Caucus Institute teamed up for a pair of televised debates, there may have been a little head-scratching, but it was an easy uneasy alliance; one done of expedience with a wink and a nod to the audience. And everybody smirked together, singing "Who'da Thunk It?" in unison. But when I opened the New York Times today to find an op-ed by the team of Randall Robinson and Paul Weyrich ; well, my reaction was neither easy nor uneasy; it was downright queasy. The subject--who should run the presidential debates--is surely worthy of concern across the political spectrum. But for anyone who knows what Weyrich, one of the founders of the Heritage Foundation, really believes, it's a bit frightening to see Randall Robinson teaming up with him. (Shades of Andrea Dworkin and Ed Meese on pornography.) For those who don't know who Weyrich is o
Office Despots: A Popularity Contest A friend doing the ex-pat thing in the far reaches of Asia writes: "While here in D__________, I have had [the] opportunity to talk with many internationals... I have learned that not only is George W. Bush without respect by the international crowd, but he is considered an international threat. I would venture to say that if there was a world-wide election, George W. Bush would lose to Putin, Castro, Berlusconi, Mbeki, Howard, almost everyone--maybe even Blair. Although I bet he could beat Mugabe. "
Winning One for the Gipper The Tiffany Network Folds So, let me get this straight: CBS has cancelled the centerpiece of its sweeps package --a $9 million, two-part, made-for-TV-movie about former President Ronald Reagan and his lovely wife, Nancy--at the muscular request of the Republican National Committee. Now, it's one thing to go around naming every public works project imaginable after the patron saint of voodoo economics (Poppy Bush's phrase; not mine), but to mess with sweeps? To get in the way of that orgy of over-the-top first-run programming that comes our way a mere three times a year? How dare they! But seriously, folks; am I the only one who finds this episode a little bit scary? CBS's sin seems to have been its portrayal of the former president as befuddled and the first lady as controlling--hardly the stuff of scandal. And certainly not new information. (Remember Kitty Kelley ?)* Yet because the movie was the least bit derogatory, t
src=http://pstr-m03.ygpweb.aol.com/data3/006/5E/ED/6D/EE/ZoluY-6Jq2fZjIRmgn8+TG97lXCsCxfL0060.jpg> A Mixed-up, Tumbled-up, Shook-up World "K Street" Premieres photo of George Clooney © 2003 Adele M. Stan It’s hard to imagine what a normal person--someone not caught up in the minutiae of national politics--would have made of last night’s premiere of HBO’s “ K Street ”. Truth be told, as an abnormal person--one obsessed with the minutiae of national politics--I’m not so sure what to make of it myself. Oh, I was riveted all right--even when the relentless jerkiness of the hand-held camera (using only available light, of course) made me queasy. And I would have been almost as captivated had I not attended the event that landed at the center of “K Street”, Episode One: last week’s Democratic presidential debate in Baltimore (co-sponsored, in good old odd-bedfellow fashion, by Fox NewsChannel and the Congressional Black Caucus Institute). Paging Ionesco Even
Independence Day Washington Blade On Independence Day in Merrimack, New Hampshire, the floats and convertibles and flatbed trucks festooned in red, white and blue are lining up in the parking lot of Zyla’s, a sort of garden shop/hardware store on the Daniel Webster Highway. There’s another half hour to go before the official start, an excercise the people of Merrimack perform annually, but one I view only every four years. For on the quadrennial, the candidates contending for primacy in the New Hampshire primary invariably show up, taking their places amid the marching bands, Girl Scout troops, Cub Scout packs and Rotarian floats, hoping to win the hearts of those who populate New Hampshire’s largest single voter precinct. It isn’t even noon yet, and the temperature has far surpassed the 90-degree mark. “Global wahr-ming,” says my friend Chuck, goofing on a flat-lander’s idea of a New Hampshire accent. A vociferouslly literate institution of civic activism in that gi

Z-Dust and Orange Snow

Odds of dying in a terrorism attack on a mall , if malls are being attacked at a rate of one per month: one in 6 million. Odds of dying in an anthrax attack : one in 70 million. Ratio of general US population to die last year from smoking-related illness: eight in 5,500. Odds of dying in an automobile accident: one in 6,700. Odds of being mowed down by an automobile while standing at a bus stop: better than you'd think. A week ago Saturday, we sat in a cafe, Katie and me, ruminating on the absurdities of the week just behind us. We had been on heightened alert status for more than a week, and the first precip of a promised blizzard had begun to fall. It’s all been kind of touch-and-go here in our nation’s capital. Code Orange , mounds of snow, the constant, dull roar of fighter jets overhead--and love’s special day. With a rueful laugh, Katie relayed a snippet of a piece she had seen on a local newscast. The reporter was interviewing people in a grocery store check-out line