The Tinkerer sits in your room, sleeves rolled up, his face clenched tight as a fist. Since noon he’s been hunkered squint-eyed under a hook light, plying your larynx with a pair of tiny crescent wrenches. He pinned the skin of your throat back butterfly-style to give himself more elbow room, and now he’s fingering the pitch pipe beneath your chin. Your voice lessons didn’t go so well today.?

And he tears on with o yea and that’s right and you bitch and you shit and you you you that’s right that’s right that’s right.

Prime minister Manmohan Singh has identified Maoists as the single most serious threat to India’s national security. In the last few years, these facts have been well-circulated in news reports on India’s stability. But who are the Maoists? What do they believe?

“We’re so motivated to get rid of that feeling that we look for meaning and coherence elsewhere,”

Long lines of people stretched around city blocks in front of ATM machines, waiting hours to withdraw the equivalent of US $3—the maximum allowed by law.

It is unlikely that anyone has ever confused a page of Thomas Friedman’s with one of Immanuel Kant’s, but between them it is possible to triangulate a prevailing sensibility of the past two decades.

Multiculturalists claim that the presence in a society of a diversity of peoples limits the possibility of common values. Clash of civilisations warriors insist that such values are impossible within an ethnically diverse society. Neither is right.

I’d like to see the porno staged in one of those George W. Bush, No-Child-Left-Behind inspired “charter” elementary schools.

War is increasingly a state of being, not a process with a beginning, an end, and an actual geography.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, playing cards came pouring out of his extra large wireless breasts unexpectedly. The trained showman in him turned it into something which seemed entirely planned.