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Personally, I have my own way of celebrating freedom — with a nice spinach and cheese calzone. So immediately after the speech I beat a path over to Union Station, which on the outside was entirely mobbed by folks trying to get on the Metro. I only wanted to get to the food court, so I slipped under the red velvet rope line, and, followed by several Asian tourists, entered Union Station itself, which was completely and eerily empty. We almost made it to the escalator before cops came out of the woodwork, surrounding us, yelling.
“This is a high security area,” one SWAT-team looking guard shouted at me. “We’re talking serious security.”
Maybe so. If it is, the government might want to hire me as a consultant, since I was able to breach “serious security” with a crack team of Asian tourists snapping pictures the entire way. Instead of a job offer, though, I was just booted out of the building unceremoniously, where I got into line with everyone else, and, after a small delay, got my calzone just the same.
And, despite all the hassles, I have to say: Freedom tasted pretty darn good that day.
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?