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Still The Gold Standard: Barry Goldwater’s “The Conscience of a Conservative” 50 Years Later

Politicians, Bailouts and Bank-Owned Houses

Around the corner from my former apartment in Newton was a house that was taken in foreclosure. The “For Sale” sign had been there for a very long time, the lawn wasn’t mowed regularly and the shrubs had died in the winter but hadn’t been removed. Walk around...
The Failure of Stimulus

The Failure of Stimulus

Imagine a plot of land in the desert, consisting only of mesquite scrub and dust. If you assembled a system of sprinklers on this desert land, and ran them heavily enough, you could make the desert green with grass, corn, or even water loving willow trees. But then...
Still The Gold Standard: Barry Goldwater’s “The Conscience of a Conservative” 50 Years Later

Chickens and the Roost

Yes, the chickens are coming home to roost.  All of a sudden, the man who had all the answers three years ago has none.  He was calm, cool and collected.  He convinced the American citizenry that he could solve all of the country’s problems, and that it was...
Still The Gold Standard: Barry Goldwater’s “The Conscience of a Conservative” 50 Years Later

9.7 On The Bizarre Scale

It was a steamy 98 degrees in Atlanta. It was clearly too hot for me to be out running at the local high school track…but there I was. I was not alone, however. Occupying Lane 4 was a guy who I would guess was born somewhere immediately after WWII. But my...

Obama’s Economy

Every once in a while, and in the case of several of the Wall Street Journal’s editoral staff, there is clarity.  Today’s column by Daniel Henniger provides such clarity. Here’s the link: ...
Still The Gold Standard: Barry Goldwater’s “The Conscience of a Conservative” 50 Years Later

Death In The Rearview Mirror

I had a new life experience last week — a brush with death. I was on my way from school to meet with my son-in-law Jake and friend Brandon at a Starbucks in West Des Moines.  Torrential rain was making visibility a bit difficult, but not impossible.  I...
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