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Paul Jenkins

While the brawl for Mark Begich's purloined Senate seat offers a shopping cart full of red meat for political junkies who revel in politics as blood sport, the race for Alaska's top state job is a snoozefest.

Imagine yourself sprawled comfortably in an overstuffed chair on a warm summer afternoon, watching baseball, listening to the announcer's drone -- and fighting to stay awake. The race featuring Republican Gov. Sean Parnell, Democrat Byron Mallott, Independent Bill Walker and a handful of lesser luminaries is every bit of that, and less...

Paul Jenkins

As we sink into election madness and Democrats work themselves into a tizzy trying to destroy GOP contender Dan Sullivan, it becomes ever more clear Lt. Gov. Mead Treadwell -- if not simply lucky -- may be the smartest guy in the race for the Senate seat stolen by Mark Begich in 2008.

A Dittman poll of 500 likely GOP primary voters in 50 communities during the last days of May -- and it was not paid for by either Treadwell or Sullivan -- showed the two running neck-and-neck, or well within the poll's margin of error of 4.4 percent. Respondents were asked: "In the Republican Primary election for U.S. Senate, who would you most likely vote for if the election were held today...?"...

Paul Jenkins

If anything is clear in this political season so far, it is this: Mark Begich's liberal pals are increasingly desperate to hamstring the guy they fear in their black little hearts Begich will face -- and, if so, likely lose to -- in the November general election.

The tipoff? With the August primary still months away, Begich and Put Alaska First, a liberal super PAC, are pounding Dan Sullivan relentlessly with increasingly shrill ads -- and preparing to spend millions more to crank up the volume. It does not appear they are remotely aware there are other Republicans running for Begich's seat...

Paul Jenkins

Last year, I wrote: "If you thought the Environmental Protection Agency was a power-mad, greenie-driven federal behemoth intent on preemptively blocking development of the Pebble prospect on state land at any cost, well, hang on, it turns out you are not alone."

Well, hang on, it also turns out you would not be wrong.

Seduced by its own omnipotence and green zealotry, the EPA has gone completely off the rails about Pebble. It no longer is concerned with playing fair, or the law or science. It is concerned with getting its way...

Paul Jenkins

After subjecting myself to a dose of Sen. Mark Begich re-election television ads -- somebody pass the NoDoz, please -- only a few questions remain. When is this guy going to cure cancer, prevent ingrown toenails and take a moment out of his hectic schedule to silence the guns in the Middle East?

He takes credit for just about everything else -- well, except for the mess he left behind in Anchorage as mayor and his critical Obamacare vote as senator...

Paul Jenkins

Any rational person must marvel at the Democrats' Kafkaesque fetish for returning to Alaska's failed, economy-busting oil tax and their odd predilection for turning good news into sour milk.

Their battle cry? "If it is good for Alaska, it stinks for us," and they seem willing to leave no stone unturned, no spitball unlobbed, in their quixotic quest to wreak as much havoc as possible -- and lay the blame at the feet of evil Republicans.

They appear unsatisfied with making fools of themselves, stooping to just about anything to return this state to Alaska's Clear and Equitable Share oil tax, and, worse, they turn to dragging innocents into the fray to say things embarrassingly untrue...

Paul Jenkins

Watching Alaska Sen. Mark Begich dance to Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid's tinny and McCarthyesque tune is disheartening. While Begich once proclaimed -- to anyone who would listen -- he was his own man, those days are long past.

These days, he is Harry Reid's man, and Reid is a guy who could not care less about Alaska. He has bigger fish to fry.

Grasping at straws to keep the Senate Democrats' boat from crashing onto the rocks in November, Reid unabashedly is shelving Rush Limbaugh as the face of conservatism and, instead, is smearing the libertarian brothers Koch, Charles and David, as the Democrats' election boogeymen...

Paul Jenkins

The funniest thing happened the other day, the kind of thing that might make you wonder what the fight over raising the minimum wage is really about. If you think it is about the welfare of those struggling at the bottom of the economic heap, you are wrong.

Alaska's minimum wage ballot initiative is about politics and money, part of a Democratic scheme hatched in Washington, D.C., as President Barack Obama scratches for a strategy -- any strategy -- to get his party off the tracks before November's train wreck.

The tip-off was when the boss of the state's largest labor organization, a guy who supports the August primary ballot measure to raise the minimum wage, balked after a legislator indicated a willingness to boost the rate before then...

Paul Jenkins

In the early 1990s, as Alaskans were fighting for their Second Amendment rights to carry concealed weapons -- that pesky "bear arms" part the left never wants to talk about -- there was bitter opposition from the usual suspects. Our betters stridently warned of impending mayhem.

You morons will shoot yer eyes out, they said. You are untrained, they said, and untrustworthy and violent. They predicted gunfights after fender-benders, people shooting each other over parking places, and outright slaughter. "High Noon" at the grocery store. "3:10 to Yuma" at the dry cleaners...

Paul Jenkins

The federal government's hypocrisy when it comes to the life-or-death question of building a short, gravel track in the Izembek National Wildlife Refuge to connect the fishing village of King Cove to the all-weather runway at nearby Cold Bay is laughable.

When Interior Secretary Sally Jewell decided to protect the birds in the Alaska Peninsula refuge from the rare passage of a vehicle bumping down a proposed emergency-use-only, one-lane road, she must have forgotten -- forgotten about the refuge's fall waterfowl hunting and the hundreds, if not thousands, of hunters it draws like a giant, quacking magnet each year. Or their guns. Or their boats. Or their guides...

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