Whatever happened to “Democrat wars”?

Don’t cry for them, they’re laid-off investment bankers.

Ah, diplomacy. Does this mean the Bush administration is planning to “appease” North Korea?

I never thought Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld was all that anyway. It’s scary, though, to learn how much he relies on the advice of the Pentagon’s most rigid ideologues.

There are times when some people in the media need to be reminded that the media is not, in and of itself, the story.

Norah Vincent is back, out with a piece she wrote for the city’s new shopping rag, the New York Sun. Apparently Vincent has been hired to write a regular column about “The Academy,” a task for which she will no doubt draw upon her extensive experience therein. From the bio: Norah Vincent, B.A., Williams College, 1990, . . . Oh, that’s all. Sorry, I thought that was going somewhere, but it isn’t.

Paul Harvey is still living. He really is. I just heard him on the radio at the corner bodega. I had no idea.

Someone needs to tell Cindy Adams it’s possible to walk from her Upper East Side home to Saks Fifth Avenue. And if Miss Adams finds the prospect of such a trek to be too great a physical challenge, she can pull out her copy of Science & Health with Key to the Scriptures and work on this illusion.

George Will, a white gentile, pours fuel on the lingering embers of hard feelings between African-Americans and Jews.

Neal Pollack talks to the Philadelphia Inquirer, in advance, about The 215 Festival he didn’t attend.