Author Archives: floegel

Buy American

Unemployment is now at six percent, a nine-year high. Times are hard, they may get harder. How will people make ends meet? What will they do to get by? I spent a good part of the 1990s traveling around America, missing most of the tourist spots. My travels took me to the Rust Belt, towns […]

Call Him Ismail

In 50 or 60 years, as historians write about this period, they will detail the formative experiences of a prominent anti-American leader. We know quite a bit about this man already, but one thing we don’t yet know is his name. For the sake of convenience, let’s call him Ismail. Ismail, as his name suggests, […]

You Can Quote Me

On August 26, 2002, Vice President Dick Cheney said, “Simply stated, there’s no doubt Iraq now has weapons of mass destruction.” There’s a reason Dick Cheney spends most of his time in hiding and it ain’t national security. What Mr. Cheney said was not qualified, it was not tentative, it was not equivocal, but it […]

Safety, Schmafety

Are we still on Orange Alert? I think so. Maybe newspapers, as a public service, should begin posting our Homeland Security status in the upper right corner of the front page, next to the weather brief. “Today – cloudy, showers, high 65 – alert status: Orange.” It might make us feel more secure if we […]

Nice Guys Finish Last

How polite should one be to a telemarketer? I can always tell when they’re calling. First there’s the long pause, then the tired voice mispronouncing my name. What follows must be my mother’s doing, early years of training in being polite to strangers on the phone, even though I know full well the stranger in […]

Remedial Nation Building

Two thousand four is an election year, and not just in the United States. Balloting will be held in Afghanistan, where the interim government of Hamid Karzai is scheduled to be replaced with something more permanent. None of the prospects look good. Mr. Karzai is president in name only. His authority exists only in the […]

Where’s the Line?

Mr. Eliot, the poet, predicted the world ends not with a bang, but a whimper. Or perhaps he was referring to the Iraq war. First the president said Saddam was no longer in control, then Don Rumsfeld said the major engagements were over, then George popped in again to say “mission accomplished,” this time wearing […]