If Eric Greitens sent you his resume, you wouldn’t believe it. But maybe you have some time to kill and figure why not call him up, go to his home in Missouri, and catch him in a lie. “Very impressive resume, Mr. Greitens. A Navy SEAL and a Rhodes Scholar? Sure buddy, and I’m Mother Teresa … oh, so now you’ve worked with Mother Teresa …”
“I kind of pictured it more sophisticated,” a woman said, sitting at what looked like a crafts table in a Kindergarten class.
Kids scissors and glue sticks were spread about. It was only the paper cut outs of swords, cowboys, roses, and magical castles that gave away that this was an exhibit for women to design their own cover for a romance novel.
I went to the office of the Law Enforcement Legal Defense Fund (LELDF) in Alexandria, Virginia, last week to see what it’s like to be a police officer. The fund is a non-profit organization that provides financial and legal aid to police officers. It recently purchased one of the shooting simulators that police academies use to train cadets.
The idea was to run some reporters through the simulator to show them the sort of split-second decisions that police are sometimes forced to make, and how officers are trained to make them. It’s not a bad idea, resting as it does on the axiom that most Beltway reporters’ opinions on guns are inversely proportional to their experience with guns.
KYIV—It is quarter to midnight on the last night of 2014, and the mass of people pouring out of the Metro station near Sophia Square in the Ukrainian capital is so colorfully adorned it is almost unsettling. One of the more jarring aspects of Kyiv, for a first-time visitor like myself, is the strict black/gray monotony of local dress. On this night, though, the streets are filled with blue and yellow.
Mayor Rahm Emanuel’s ability to bring major construction projects to Chicago has won over private sector unions and the business community even as he hemorrhages support from government unions disappointed with his budget reforms. No projects could prove more important to his reelection than the Obama Presidential Library and George Lucas Museum of Narrative Art. These vanity projects from two beloved celebrities promise to deliver billions in growth, millions in tax revenue, and thousands of jobs.
I’ve experienced the shock of the floor suddenly dropping out from under my feet as I sat atop Disney World’s 200-foot-tall “Tower of Terror.” I’ve felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck while being launched from nine miles per hour to 40 in a split second up the 105-foot first hill of Universal Studio’s ‘Incredible Hulk’ rollercoaster. But there’s nothing that compares to feeling flames kiss your hand as they spew out of a short-barreled fully-automatic M4 assault rifle while it eats through a 30 round magazine at 900 rounds per minute inside Orlando’s latest, and greatest, attraction: Machine Gun America.
PHILADELPHIA – Room 478 is a dumpy little courtroom on the fourth floor of the Philadelphia City Hall. Well, it’s technically a courtroom, but one could be forgiven for not recognizing it as such. There is no judge or jury or formal “all rise” when the proceedings start every day at 9 a.m. sharp—just a couple of prosecutors and a crowd of confused, frustrated people sitting in old wooden chairs.
The 9/11 Museum’s main exhibit is a by-the-minute walkthrough of the events of the day in question, housed in what was once a sub-basement of the World Trade Center’s North Tower. Shortly after beginning it, one encounters the following artifact: the final recorded words of Brian Sweeney. The visitor listens to them by using a telephone mounted on the exhibit’s wall.