The world is misbehaving again, and George Bush's puppy presidency, like Jerry Ford's English-muffin phase, has passed from American screens. Once again, as so often before, troops moved through the night; a defiant dictatorship strode the dark streets of a tiny, helpless nation; NATO complained and quibbled; the Soviets unexpectedly moved a bishop in the great chess game of power. The convicted ghost of Ollie North haunted Pennsylvania Avenue, and House Speaker Jim Wright -- a linchpin in this Government, like him or not -- teetered. The weary old terrestrial sphere was either too hot or too cold and capricious in...
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