President Barack Obama’s letter to North Korea has been intercepted by STOCKYARD carrier pigeons. The contents might surprise you.

“There’s a mountain of academic works that have slapped around ‘Cash for Clunkers’…. This is one of the worst government programs in modern history.”

The senator noticed my shiny, smooth-belly-ostrich cowboy boots and joked, with a big smile and a warm demeanor that I could not have expected, that I “must be the page from New York, for Clinton.”

And it’s possible that “fun” is a totally satisfying answer to the question of what goes on at Pride; it’s possible that what Pride produces and reproduces is an opportunity for unabashed fun. Possible, but not likely.

In a society that will cremate a projected 36% of its dead in 2010, any American is likely to desecrate a burial site when they camp in a beautiful stretch of woods or sail on Lake Michigan.

As ideal as it would be for politicians to have the privacy of their bedrooms (or hotel rooms) respected, this is presently an unrealistic expectation—and it is therefore a harmful one. Under the Panopticon of today’s mass media, politicians cannot possibly hide their personal lives from the public eye.

Had Obama endorsed the protests in the slightest degree, Moussavi’s movement would have lost the legitimacy it had achieved by virtue of its grassroots origins…. A Green victory would have been tainted by claims that it had required a pact with the “Great Satan”—Ahmadinejad’s lavish, almost fawning epithet for America.