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War of the Quailhawks. By Tom Engelhardt

Can You Say "Permanent Bases"? The American Press Can't. By Tom Engelhardt

On a recent sunny San Francisco Bay Area Saturday, having walked the beach at Limantour Spit and seen nature red in tooth and claw -- actually, an Osprey flying overhead, a large fish in its talons -- I paid the price for visiting the wilds.

"Beam Me Up, Scottie!" By Tom Engelhardt

Crusade" was one of the words that slipped from George Bush's mouth soon after the attacks of September 11, 2001. Just a few days later, he spoke of "this crusade, this war on terrorism."

The Unrestrained President. By Tom Engelhardt

Losing the Fear Factor. How The Bush Administration Got Spooked. By Tom Engelhardt

In the 1998 movie Wag the Dog, White House spinmeister Conrad Brean seeks to deflect public attention from a brewing scandal over an alleged sexual encounter in the White House between the president and an all-too-young Girl Scout-type by concocting an international crisis. By Michael T. Klare

Although we have seen countless images of cars burning in the poor and segregated suburbs of France, we have not heard much about the war of words that has accompanied them.

The motto of this administration might easily be: "failing upward." Of course, that's not hard when those leading the country into catastrophe are also making the appointments and bestowing the honors.

Making the World Unsafe for Microsoft and Mickey Mouse By Mark Engler

The War in Maysan Province by Michael Schwartz

Implosion? Bush's October Surprise. By Tom Engelhardt

In September 2001, the President announced that we were at war with terrorism. It was to be a conflict far longer than World War II, a titanic generational struggle more in line with the Cold War in its prospective length. It was a war that naturally deserved a name. By Tom Engelhardt

As George W.

Experiencing Withdrawal Symptoms in Iraq By Tom Engelhardt

Indeed, the most toxic debris in New Orleans isn't the sinister gray sludge that coats the streets of the historic Creole neighborhood of Treme or the Lower Ninth Ward, but all the unanswered questions that have accumulated in the wake of so much official betrayal and hypocrisy.

The White House, which the massed protesters marched past, was in every sense the traffic accident of this event. The crowds gridlocked there; the noise rose to a roar; the signs waved, a veritable sea of them, and they all, essentially said, "No more, not me!" By Tom Engelhardt

It has long been an article of faith among America's senior policymakers -- Democrats and Republicans alike -- that military force is an effective tool for ensuring control over foreign sources of oil.

Hurricane Katrina showed us how difficult it has become to distinguish between natural disasters and man-made ones. By Chip Ward

The Can-do Bush Administration Does... and the Presidency Shines (for twenty-six minutes) By Tom Engelhardt

Corporations of the Whirlwind. By Tom Engelhardt and Nick Turse

Hurricane Katrina showed us how difficult it has become to distinguish between natural disasters and man-made ones.

I'm 61 years old. My friend's 88 year-old mother was evacuated from New Orleans to Houston as Katrina approached, 16 hours-plus bumper-to-bumper, city-to-city -- and she had it easy; at least she had a car to get out and the financial means as well as the support system to remain out.

At the Front of Nowhere at All

The President, Cindy Sheehan, and How Words Die

On the April day in 2003 when American troops first entered Baghdad, historian Marilyn Young suggested that Operation Iraqi Freedom was "Vietnam on crack cocaine."

A war of the future is being waged right now in the sprawling desert region of northeastern Africa known as Sudan. The weapons themselves are not futuristic.

"Follow that chicken" is not one of the more inspiring lines in the history of detective fiction, nor one of the more frightening in the genre of horror. It's perhaps on the level of that classic grade-Z sci-fi film, Night of the Lepus, in which the giant, rampaging, mutant rabbits were just...

Cindy, Don, and George. By Tom Engelhardt