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HESTON’S VOICE WAS as impressive when speaking spontaneously as when reading from a script. At a dinner in the early 1990s hosted by The American Spectator — Heston was a supporter of the magazine for many years — the actor stood up and gave a ten-minute impromptu speech on the great issues of the day. He spoke with “great moral urgency and utter eloquence,” remembered editorial director Wlady Pleszczynski.
Heston’s moral urgency was seldom greater than when speaking in defense of the Second Amendment. The NRA added millions of new members during Heston’s tenure as president, and he brought them to their feet to applaud what became one of his most famous lines.
It was just an old bumper-sticker slogan, familiar to everyone in the gun-rights movement, but somehow it had a magic effect when Heston said it. Standing at the lectern, he held a musket over his head and, in his famous rumbling baritone, Heston declared that if anyone wanted to take his guns, his answer could be summed up in five words: “From my cold, dead hands.”
His hands are cold now. His voice is silent. He will be missed. Requiescat in pace.
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?
H/T to National Review Online