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Open borders and tuberculosis.

“Hot new fad on the planet.” Plus: Tracking and identifying the dhimmi press.

Getcha head in the game. Plus: The Band of Mothers.

“I heard the flight attendant say, ‘Help me!’”

Earlier this week, in the wake of NJ attorney general Anne Milgram’s decision to order law enforcement to notify the feds of illegal alien criminal suspects, I posted the contact information for the nation’s state attorney generals. Where does your stand? A number of readers are starting to report back on their contacts with their [...]

Work hard, play harder.

A liberal Democrat speaks. Will he be smeared now as a “chickenhawk?” Plus: An Iraq war round-up.

Hillarycare for homeowners.

Didn’t want to get involved.

Hello, Jack?

Summertime views of baggy pants and plumbers’ crack.

Democrats play the religion card.

Madrassa-mania.

Have you forgotten?

“They cut my niece’s face off,” said John McClain, who is Hightower’s great-uncle, and the chaplain of the Newark Police Department. “They cut her from cheek to cheek. They left her head hanging.”

Start asking. Start telling.

See something, say something.

“He’s been through the courts and the jail before, and nobody caught it…If they’d caught it, he would have been in jail or deported, and then he wouldn’t have been out there on the streets, and my babies would still be alive.” Plus: A Wall Street Journal smackdown.

“Possible danger? Political correctness! Paper fails duty.”

How Pat Schroeder sees conservatives.

Hollaback girl.

Slamming sanctuary.

Talking smack.

Longtime readers are familiar with the brilliant work of Diana West. She has been a guest-blogger here and I frequently link her trenchant Washington Times columns. Today, her first book debuts: “The Death of the Grown-up: How America’s Arrested Development Is Bringing Down Western Civilization.” I was delighted to read the manuscript and provide an [...]

Ferry-watching.

“Boundaries education.”

Immigration in the No-Spin Zone.

Tuning out whine and cheese.

1-800-B-U-S-H-B-A-S-H-E-R-S. What would you have sent?

Picture worth a thousand words.