We read today from Thomas Gray’s “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard,” as the twelve coal miners who perished in the aftermath of a freak explosion are laid to rest. Home for them was the small town of Cleveland, West Virginia, where “everybody knows everybody.” Their death was a tragedy, seemingly one that could not have been prevented; as of now, the presumed cause is a bolt of lightning. Yet the fact that the circumstances brought national attention and grief, including the pathos of the search and the bathos of the terrible result after the initial erroneous good news, was a flash of justice wrought by fate. Because it is just that the nation be reminded of these sturdy men who are mainstays of our civilization.p> em>”For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, br> Or busy housewife ply her evening care: br> No children run to lisp their sire’s return, br> Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.” /em> /p>
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?