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...Time Magazine also ranked him as one of “America’s 5 Best Governors” in 2005. Under his leadership, he helped Arkansas’ abysmal education system—which ranked close to last in the nation on standardized tests—catch up to national averages through a policy of increased accountability. He did this by establishing the Arkansas Comprehensive Testing, Assessment and Accountability Program Schools, which is “widely regarded as one of the nation’s best school accountability programs,” according to the National Governors...
...films. In the old days, the Best Picture prize went to box-office hits like Casablanca, The Bridge on the River Kwai, The Sound of Music. The mass audience had seen these movies, and they paid attention to the Oscars. Now when the nominations come out, people try to catch up with the finalists, but it's almost like homework...
This was made possible by a little-known NGO based in Europe called the Korean Friendship Association, which has created "friendship" (a.k.a. tourism) delegations for foreigners who want to catch a glimpse behind the curtain of the Hermit Kingdom. Anyone can apply?anyone, that is, with a passport that isn't from the U.S., Japan or South Korea. I turned in my application in September, and two months later I was in Beijing, where I plunked down $4,000 in cash for the 10-day trip. The next day my fellow travelers and I received our visas and boarded...
...catch is that the surplus was invested in U.S. government bonds, to be cashed in later to keep the by-then-elderly boomers afloat. These bonds are simply claims on future U.S. taxpayers, and they're coming due. The Social Security surplus peaked in 2000, at 0.91% of GDP. It has held steady for the past couple of years but is expected to start shrinking fast in 2011. By 2017, Social Security should begin to run a deficit, one that's projected to grow sharply through the mid-2030s...
...again, from the Hamptons to La Jolla: Why should a few pig farmers decide who gets to be president? I, suburbanite, felt myself slipping last week into precisely this rut as I watched a man in plaid saying, yes, he planned to caucus, as long as he could catch a bowl game around noon. This fellow, to whom circumstance had bequeathed great decisive power, was prepared to allow one among a plethora of meaningless college football tournaments (who even wants to win the Chick-fil-A Bowl?) to disrupt his participation in representative government. ‘Yokel?...