I Grew Up In New York City,

There Is No Such Thing As Political Science, But There Are Tenancies So Strong That They Might As Well Be Called Laws Of Nature.

Victory Has 1,000 Fathers; Defeat Has 1,000 Kibitzers.

After Immersing Myself In The Mysteries Of The Electoral College For A Novel I Wrote In The '90s, I Came Away Believing That The Case For Scrapping It Is Less Obvious Than I Originally Thought.

In Every Debate, Whatever The Format, Whatever The Questions, There Is One And Only One Way To Identify The Winner: Who Commands The Room? Who Drives The Narrative? Who Is In Charge?

The Niftiest Turn Of Phrase, The Most Elegant Flight Of Rhetorical Fancy, Isn't Worth Beans Next To A Clear Thought Clearly Expressed.