On my favorite Rolling Stones album, Aftermath, the LP, the song that comes just before the well-known “Under My Thumb” is “I Am Waiting.”p> em>I am waiting br> I am waiting br> Oh yeah, oh yeah br> I am waiting br> I am waiting br> Oh, yeah, oh yeah br> Waiting for someone to come out from somewhere /em> /p>
The song bears the unmistakable Elizabethan cast of the late Brian Jones, the Stones’ rhythm guitarist and multi-instrumentalist of the sixties. Like many another song of the era, it doesn’t seem to be about much of anything, while, at the same time, it evokes a great deal.
“Escalation fears,” the lyric says at one point, employing a word freighted with meaning at the time — of an increased military commitment in Vietnam. “Oh, yes, we will find out.”
I GOT MY FIRST kidney transplant in 1981. I had been on dialysis by that time for six years. Thank heavens I was young and strong when I started that ordeal. I saw people wither and die under the slow torture of the kidney machine.
Every group of doctors has a culture. How those doctors behave, what treatments they pursue, all grow out of their culture, their belief system. The doctors I had fallen in with believed in dialysis, and did not push transplants.
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.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?