What’s the mortality rate of economic collapse?
Having imagined the mortality attendant to a runaway coronavirus pandemic, have our policy leaders taken the time to also imagine the mortality attendant to a shutdown of the American economy?
Having imagined the mortality attendant to a runaway coronavirus pandemic, have our policy leaders taken the time to also imagine the mortality attendant to a shutdown of the American economy?
Appropriate policy occupies some indeterminable spot on a continuum between taking no special action whatsoever on one extreme and completely stopping all industry, commerce and interpersonal transactions on the other.
We suddenly are aware of the fact that untold numbers of things – things that are absolutely essential to the health of our economy as well as to our very bodies – are manufactured in a totalitarian country that will stick it to us the first time it suits their convenience.
It has been a rough week but here’s the good news. We’ll get through this. And we’ll be smarter and we’ll be stronger for having done so.
Is it impolite to ask Dems who are criticizing Trump’s response to the coronavirus what they have in mind that might be better?
In a single generation, the ruling class and the elite media have each managed to squander their inheritances.
Six candidates and yet not a scrap of Clintonesque or Obamaesque political skill in a contest in which nothing less will do.
Promises of government palliatives don’t resonate with middle class voters who are, on their own, doing better than they have in years.
The entirety of the fiasco Monday night in Iowa is an allegory on the Democratic Party’s impulse toward top-down command and control for the benefit of party insiders.
For as much as civility is a nominal good thing, of what use is it if it’s not reciprocal?
It is becoming possible to believe that the Democrats are hoping that Senate Republicans, desperate to be relieved of mind-melting boredom, will vote to remove President Trump from office just to make it stop.
So, there it was, on the same night. Rocking, pulsating, electric energy in Milwaukee. Sleepy, predictable leftist policy pabulum in Des Moines.