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So it is that every fourth year we are treated to a seemingly new series of causes and slogans that are destined to end up being a further boost to special interests and privileged classes to which none of us belong.
By William GaitherJuly 1976The approach and arrival of the Bicentennial year has evoked considerable analyses of North American political retrospective. While most diagnoses conclude an ailing bi-centenarian suffering from blunted thrust to blemished future, few prescribe remedies for this ailing body politic.
By Frank D. Rich Jr.July 1976So it is that my attention is drawn to Ronald Reagan and George Wallace as they go through their spirited bicentennial hustles in an effort to become top banana.
By William GaitherJune 1976The author of an article I recently read took up the task of listing the twenty worst news stories of 1975. Despite the evidence produced it was a very amusing business, as indeed, any post-mortem of such atrocious fare would have to be to make it palatable.
By William GaitherApril 1976Language, more than anything else, separates man from other animals. It plays a dominant role in shaping our conceptions about the world. Language is a means of transmitting and storing information, generally with words or other symbols.
By Priscilla Rich, Rob Gelblum, Ebba Kraar, Sy Safransky, David BonnisJanuary 1976For years, I spent an hour every morning with The New York Times. It wasn’t that different from repeating a mantra or concentrating on the breath. Stories, like thoughts, would come and go; in time, it dawned on me that “objectivity” was pure myth, since no two people, journalists included, see the same event in the same way.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 1976We’re unsure whether to go. “I don’t want to hear about how we haven’t got much time left,” I lament.
By Sy SafranskyJune 1975Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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