Outside of the 400 blocks or so on Manhattan Island where it functions as a local rag, the The New Yorker is, for many people, about as visible as the Almanach de Gotha, writes Guy Rundle.
Witha FOX Tony Snow tribute playing like a communique from Romula 7, Guy Rundle bids a fond fairwell to Portland.
What happens if Obama's numbers track in susbtantially for whatever reason, and the election becomes a genuine toss-up? Guy Rundle explores the possibilities.
Oabam's family interview, for all places -- Access Hollywood -- was good. God it made me feel sorry for John McCain, writes Guy Rundle.
The DNC will be a mass, carnivalesque event with youth and energy, while the GOP event is going to look like a Regional Plumbing Supplies Sales Conference, writes Guy Rundle.
Welcome to American 24 hour news TV in its decadence, an endless cycle of talk shows that, according to the Pew research centre, are watched even sporadically by no more than 20% of the population, writes Guy Rundle.
Paralysis of the will has been the fatal flaw in the Democratic party for a generation. But whatever mistakes Obama is going to make, failure of will is not going to be one of them, writes Guy Rundle.
Janet Albrechtsen channelled the life of Nicolai Ceaucescu in penning her ode to Alex on the weekend, writes Guy Rundle.
They met in Unity, New Hampshire because meeting in Poughkeepsie, New York wouldn't have struck quite the tone the Democrats were looking for. Guy Rundle reports.