Our Clear-Eyed Diarist in top form.
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So, I talked to these nice people and then we had some long talks afterwards. We actually had some long talks before, too. I spent a long, long time visiting with a man who had been three years ahead of me at Yale Law School. He’s a lawyer and investment advisor in Birmingham. He told me how badly many of the city’s most prominent families are being hit by the collapse of the regional banking sector. It was deeply upsetting.
I also spoke to him and his very smart son about their impressions of George Corley Wallace, former governor of Alabama. They did not like him at all. Since I think he actually paved the way for modern political life in America, we have deeply different impressions. Obviously, I hate and loathe his racism and the violence that racism engendered. I really believe he was in cahoots with some deeply evil men. But he also gave the white working class a voice they had been denied more or less forever, and I think that was a good thing. Plus, he relented and repented of his racism and I think that was a great thing, too.
Truth to tell, I really miss him.
Off to Indianapolis. The city is abuzz. First, they are having the annual meetings of the Future Farmers of America. The town is just jammed with teenagers in dark jackets that say where they’re from. The kids have a solid, beefy look to them and many of the girls are really pretty. Then, everyone is all atwitter because the Obama juggernaut is rolling into town tomorrow. The story is that Obama might win Indiana, typically a GOP state. So, Obama is coming here to stake his claim.
Well, none of this is up to me.
I checked into my modest suite at the Canterbury Hotel and went out for food at P.F. Chang’s. As usual, it was a barely edible meal, but a very comfortable seat.
I survived a difficult night at the Canterbury. I think I had some future farmers next to me making noise. They finally quieted down, though, and I fell asleep. Then I had a very poor lunch of poorly prepared steak, watched Senator Obama give his usual nonsense speech, and went off to West Lafayette to speak at the business school at Purdue. Now, there is a pleasant bunch of people. I especially loved a family named Frist. They are a Gold Star family. Their son was killed in Iraq. The mom, dad, and two sisters were just glorious people. I talked to them for a long time, mentioned them at length in my speech, and just fell in love with them.
What would we do without the Frists and the people like them?
By the way, my driver stopped on the way up to West Lafayette at a Starbucks. I met and flirted with a beautiful clerk there named “Destiny.” Wow, was she cute. Eighteen years old. I took some photos of her on my phone. What a beauty she is. I told her she should move to L.A. and become a star, but that was probably not good advice. I stopped at the same Starbucks on the way back and she was there. I took more photos. Wow, is she beautiful. Better than a movie star. That’s the way it is in middle America: just studded with beautiful girls like stars in the sky.
I also stopped at a Chick-fil-A. As I was eating my sandwich, a beautiful red-headed young woman came over and asked me how I was with the Lord. I said I prayed constantly and hoped I was all right. I asked her how often she prayed. “All day,” she said.
But I started to feel sort of angry. The young woman worked at Chick-fil-A. She was overstepping her boundaries by asking me how I was with the Lord. The real answer is, “It’s none of your damned business. It’s between The Lord and me.”
Anyway, I had a very good time in West Lafayette. I wonder if little Destiny is in my destiny. Frankly, I doubt it.
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?