Jeff Jacoby offers a scathing deconstruction of our broken affirmative action system, using the finalist selections for the American Advertising Federation’s annual “Most Promising Minority Students Program” as his starting point: In the world that affirmative action has made, there are rich rewards to be reaped from being designated a “top minority.” The students featured in the ad were flown to New York for a long weekend, flattered at a

Air Dork. My, how I long for those days when teenage boys played contact sports and whipped their skippies to fantasy humans. Like, say, Princess Leia. Or Jaime Sommers.

So I go to the mailbox to check for new porn mags (I’m a fan of cartoon errotica), and what do I find but an unsolicited letter from Teddy Kennedy, who wants me to know that “it’s time for a change.” Here’s a bit of his pitch — on behalf of the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee — since helpfully annotated: Dear Friend, Yeah, right. […] The Bush Administration is leading

Bravo! Really. I once spent a week in the Keys — Spring Break sometime in the late eighties, I think it was — and the trip left me with two very vivid memories: first, the spectacle of my friend Jim, hungover and soaking through a city-issue orange jumpsuit, picking trash off the shoulder of Ocean highway — as punishment for having been caught on the street the night before with

Overheard at a Subway sandwich shop just outside Capital Hill, March 17: Kerry: “I tell ya’, this Zapatero endorsement is going to hurt us if we’re not careful. I mean, it’s one thing to champion pet socialist causes — that’s the luxury of being fabulously wealthy. But to come right out and call yourself a socialist like this guy does? I’m not sure that’ll play with the swing voters. Then

In case you’re wondering, I think I lost my virginity to “Thank You” (off Led Zeppelin II). I say “think” because it’s a short song, and there was foreplay involved. Oh who am I kidding. I was done before mountains crumbled to the sea. Felt nifty, though.

Guinness. No gimmicks, no shamrocks. Just dark and creamy St. James Gate goodness — bottled with my enjoyment in mind… Mmmmmmm. Say what you will about the Micks — Christ knows I have — but those potato-eatin’ bastards sure do brew a damn fine draught. So here’s to ya’, friends. Happy St. Patty’s Day! And keep your paws off me bollocks.

protein wisdom: our boys can swim.

Looks like I was one of only three people to actually submit entries to this guy’s Kerry-clubbing link trawl — but I didn’t make the final cut. In fact, I was beaten out by an Instapundit post that does nothing but block quote an exchange between Chris Wallace and Colin Powell. Man. I haven’t felt this rejected since my junior prom date wouldn’t let me slip a pinky up her

In a speech given at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library in Simi Valley, CA, this morning, Vice President Cheney praised the Bush administration’s pro-active strategy for fighting the War on Terror, noting that while diplomacy has it’s place, our enemies in this conflict can’t be readily appeased. In short, they love death, and we love life: Listen. And understand. [They’re] out there. [They] can’t be bargained with. [They] can’t be