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Angel lovers, draped in red, wielding their thunder sticks and bouncing their rally monkeys, will send back to eastern eggheads the message that “bowling alone” is passé. We are still a nation of community, and advance. And victory.
Their Halos fought back amazingly against the Giants, a Caldwellian-era team brought to the West by Horace Stoneham, a great American ball club consigned by the expansion Angels to Jurassic status. Their motto: “Never say ‘die.’”
You may be thinking of Wellstone and Mondale. I’m thinking of Disney magic, another great American export. I’m thinking of how in these very precincts, in Anaheim backyards three and a half decades ago, we gave Ronald Reagan his political launch. (I’m also thinking of how, not two decades ago, in Washington, some of Reagan’s most fervent admirers pretended he didn’t come from California.)
Pardon me while I bask in another triumph in, and for, the West. Coming back from sure defeat as they did in Game Six, and again in Game Seven, the Angels were nothing less than Churchillian.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?