Résultats de "Will Durst" dans Toutes les catégories

In which our intrepid correspondent juggles the pros and cons of having a chief executive comfortable with the written word - and coming down firmly on the side of the former.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks from an 8 year old heart on the beginning of the greatest time of the year: the opening of baseball season!

In which our intrepid correspondent, solely as a public service, enumerates a few of the missteps of the Bush Administration in regards to the misadventure that is Iraq.

In which our intrepid correspondent once again lambastes an integral part of our nation's electoral process. What is wrong with this boy?

In which our intrepid correspondent just won't get off his "the center has left, right" kick and tells us more. Lucky us.

In which our intrepid correspondent imagines a world much more devious than the one we actually live in. Probably. Then again, maybe not.

In which our intrepid correspondent congratulates a tiny federal agency for going above and beyond the call of dufusity.

In which our intrepid correspondent is determined to greet 2007 by coming up with a list of resolutions he is confident he can keep.

In which our intrepid correspondent continues to graciously hand out awards to a small group of public servants who have gone above and beyond the call of duty to make his job easier.

In which our intrepid correspondent puts on his best asbestos gloves to handle a hot subject.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes the Justice Department to task for obviously being unclear on the concept of their name.

In which our intrepid correspondent comes to the sordid realization that he is in favor of misdemeanor child abuse.

In which our intrepid correspondent welcomes former Senate Majority Leader back as he assumes his new position as Senate Minority Leader. And it couldn't happen to a more clueless party.

In which our intrepid correspondent lifts up the other rock obscuring the disreputable hedonists residing in the People's Republic of San Francisco in order that we can see all the little crawlies squirming there.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes on the impossible task, because it may not be a pretty job but someone's got to do it.

In which our intrepid correspondent offers up a few suggestions to Ms. Clinton for her official campaign song, and no, "Highway to Hell" isn't one of them.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes waggishly on the marvels of worldly want and wonder.

In which our intrepid correspondent reflects on the true meaning of the Christmas Season, which apparently is to grab as much as you can as fast as possible and damn everybody else.

In which our intrepid correspondent regards the Iraq Study Group Report and its effect on our President with less than irrational exuberance.

In which our intrepid correspondent wails, rails and assails this silly custom of giving away perfectly good money to people who don't seem to have our best interests at heart.