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The dawn of J. J. Redick's coaching career and the dusk of Lebron James's playing years converge in an erratic season, while the N.B.A.'s ratings are tanking.

The rain it raineth every day, as Shakespeare noted, apparently even on Saturn. The cosmos, it seems, is no comfort at this moment.

The tech billionaire derailed a government-funding deal and made a shutdown more likely. His intervention signals the growing sway of wealth in politics, and its risks.

Xiao Gongqin thought that, in moments of flux, a strongman could build a bridge to democracy. Now he's not so sure.

What does parading nominees around Capitol Hill before their confirmation hearings actually accomplish?

Wid Lyman, who tries to document crossings on the southern border, is one of a growing number of citizen journalists who portray immigrants with a sense of menace.

The Islamic Republic is weaker--on multiple fronts--than it's been in nearly half a century.

The American Ambassador to Syria at the start of the uprising believes that the U.S. could still help give the Syrians a fighting chance at stable self-governance.

In one border town, some Syrians were fleeing to Lebanon, as others celebrated Bashar al-Assad's ouster, or returned from exile in search of the missing.

The dish is governed by a set of laws that are rooted in tradition, rich in common sense, and aching to be broken or bent.