Readers. I would love to have readers for Christmas. And since I don't have time today to write a new incredibly thoughtful column on Politics, I'm going to cheat and remind you of some I've written this past year. My Christmas present, should you choose to give me one, would be reading one or more of these (you can wait until Boxing Day, I will understand) and then letting me have it. Call me another of the daughters of Satan or that you recognize my brilliance. Either one or somewhere in the middle will do nicely. As long as you mean what you say. As long as we've had a conversation of sorts.
That's what I want for Christmas.
House Calls
A More Perfect Union
Vintage Government
LBJ
Marx
Jeepers Keepers
Who Cares?
Fictional Solutions
Survival of the Kindest
Apres' le Deluge