I’ve stayed home lately, and no doubt you’re leery of traveling too, given that the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) still limps along without a director. This “important homeland security post will continue to remain vacant for some time” because “Washington is playing politics with airport security” — i.e., Senator Jim DeMint (R-S.C.) opposed Barack Obama’s nominee to oversee the agency because said hack planned to forcibly unionize screeners. (Erroll Southers has since stepped aside thanks to unrelated questions about his character — or lack thereof.)
David Aaronovitch has not written a “whodunit;” he has not written a “who really dunit;” he has a written a “why only idiots and simpletons think that someone other than who is supposed to have dun it actually dun it.”
Nicholas Sparks’ 2006 novel Dear John came to life on the big screen February 5, drawing throngs of females to the theaters. Despite the film’s overwhelming appeal to the young female audience, Dear John embodies the elements necessary to potentially capture the attention of all moviegoers: war, loyalty, passion, and of course, love. Unfortunately, screenplay writer Jamie Linden and director Lasse Hallström are inept at adapting Sparks’ wonderful novel to the movie screen.
We’re already on the hook for about a half million dollars per household just to pay for the unfunded liabilities in Social Security and Medicare, according to David M. Walker, former comptroller general of the United States and head of the Government Accountability Office from 1998 to 2008.