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Eugene Robinson, on guidelines for medical testing, says:The uproar over the on-again, off-again guidelines on when women should have mammograms is proof of the blindingly obvious: Health-care reform that actually controls costs -- rather than just pretending to do so -- would be virtually impossible to achieve.Matthew Dowd really, really, really wants to see starbursts.
Richard Cohen originally hated the President's speech on race last year, but now wonders where that man of "moral clarity" is, whines that the Attorney General announced that the United States follows the rule of law, oh, and while in Japan, the President bowed. Gasp. Cohen is Karl Rove dressed up in pseudo-sadness.
Bob Herbert has hope:You want new industry in the United States, with astonishing technological advances, new mass production techniques and jobs, jobs, jobs? Try energy. [...]Roger Cohen:
The point is that these (and many more) brilliant, innovative technologies are here. They are real, tangible. They exist. What’s needed now is the will to develop policies that will vastly expand these advances and radically reduce their costs. The United States should be leading the world in the creation of whole new energy technologies and industries, instead of allowing the forces of the old carbon-based industries — coal, oil, gasoline-powered vehicles — to stand obstinately in the way of real progress.As an Obama admirer, I’m worried. He feels over-managed, over-scripted to me, to the point where he’s not showing the guts that prevailed at various difficult moments in the campaign. The ideas are good, but the warmth, cajoling and craft that make ideas more than that are lacking.Elyssa East says that when you're stuffing yourself on Thanksgiving, you're missing an important part of the equation.
William McGurn calls Joe Lieberman the other white meat -- okay -- the other maverick.
Frank Gaffney, curled in the fetal position in his urine-soaked jammies, sobs, "we're all going to die."
Steve Almond on music and technology:The younger generation has no romantic attachments to records as physical objects. To them, music exists as a kind of omnipresent atmospheric resource.
And it’s not that I begrudge them their online treasure troves or bite-size iPods. But I still miss the way it used to be, in the old days, when fans had to invest serious time and money to track down the album or song they wanted.
What I’m getting at here is a deeper irony: technology has made the pursuit of our pleasures much easier. But in so doing, I often wonder if it has made them less sacred. My children will grow up in a world that makes every song they might desire instantly available to them. And yet I sort of pity them that they will never know the kind of yearning I did.