There’s nothing for stirring murderous thoughts like a nice, brisk hike.
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Which is pretty much how I feel about most forms of summer fun. Chief among the privileges of age is that you are no longer required to spend your weekend bicycling up the Grand Tetons. You’ve earned the right to relax and take it easy. You can linger in the hot tub in a nearby resort and gaze up in awe at their purple majesty without breaking a sweat, and then casually stroll downtown for some coffee and pie.
In A.P. Herbert’s classic story “Is It a Free Country?” a British jurist berates a bloke for jumping off Hammersmith Bridge for fun: “People must not do things for fun,” he snaps. “We are not here for fun. There is no reference to fun in any act of Parliament.”
Maybe not in Britain, but this is America, where there is a reference to “the pursuit of happiness.”
Happiness is fine, as long as it doesn’t involve “having fun.”
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?