Many days in the life, from Fresno to Spartanburg.
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HERE I AM IN MY APARTMENT at the Watergate. Did I tell you I bought a second apartment here? I am not sure why I did. Call it insanity, as you can call so much of what I do. It is in the same building as the dwelling of Irving Kristol and Gertrude Himmelfarb. My view is breathtaking. I have it fairly well furnished. My “thing” is that I just lie in my immense bed and look out the window at the skyline over Virginia and the sky and the airplanes coming into Reagan. I really love doing that. I am just happy being in that spartan room with its windows looking out at the sky. Naturally, I have lost my shirt on the investment. Naturally, I would do it again.
ON TO LANSING, MICHIGAN, to speak to a well-run insurance company called Jackson National. We are actually customers of theirs. Lansing is a bit dreary but my hotel, a Sheraton, was fine. Room was way too small but the hotel restaurant was fabulously good. It is called Christie’s and it may be the best hotel food I have ever had.
TWO SPEECHES IN ONE DAY to the nice insurance people. Tiring, but as my pal Michael Chinich says, “Better to be overwhelmed than unemployed.” They really were the salt of the earth. One of the executives told me a story about kidnapping in L.A. that scared me to death. Otherwise fine except I have a nagging fear and terror about money. I wish I had lived my life more sensibly. But as Holly Martins, the hero of The Third Man, says, “I can’t be sensible. I don’t have a sensible name.” Wait, I do have a sensible name. Never mind. But I am very worried about my future. I cannot believe I have been as imprudent as I have been. I am old now and what will I do? I am so used to having a comfortable life. What will it be like when I am no longer able to just buy anything I want? Well, I don’t mean Bentleys. I mean waffles. I told you, I can’t be sensible.
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?