In “Roly-Poly,” his loving description in song of his little boy, Willie Nelson says, “He likes everything from soup to hay…Ham and eggs for breakfast…Bread and jelly twenty times a day.”
That must have been back in the fifties, because it sounds kind of like me, nicknamed “Pudge” by my mates. Nowadays, under the relentless influence of television and marketing, little boys eat differently. Not any worse, I don’t think, the main idea being to yonk down as many calories as possible. But different.
My shopping list, assembled by our housekeeper, looks like this:p>Soft taco mix br> Hamburg br> Chk (chicken) br> Marinade br> Chicken tenders br> Hot dogs br> Mac & cheese br> Juice boxes br> Ramen br> Ketchup br> French fries br> Juice boxes
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?