Our gun-owning Diarist loads up in our Summer issue.
Wow. Something is definitely wrong. I awakened feeling desperately tired. Just wiped out. Like I was at the bottom of a well of exhaustion. Nevertheless, I threw myself out of bed and went swimming in my fabulous pool. Then I checked to see if I had any money left after the recent stock market downward volatility. I did, and so I had breakfast and got dressed.
A huge crew arrived to take photos of me for a magazine feature on “Ben Stein’s Los Angeles.” The main photographer, Michael Grecco, is a famously talented and pleasant, easy to work with guy. We took a lot of photos, then we (wifey and makeup girl Lisa and I) zoomed over to CNN to talk about the Gulf oil spill and about Rep. Sestak being offered a job to not run against that creep Arlen Specter. I said that Obama had so many foreign policy disasters that he really should not be bothered about the Sestak thing, which is just business as usual politics. As to the Gulf oil catastrophe, better to stop pointing fingers and concentrate on getting the leak plugged before it kills all life everywhere. That was what I said. I would have added that Obama was not Superman. He could not swim down through that oil and gas and water and plug the hole. He is a politician, not a superhero. And politicians are definitely not superheroes.
Politicians are just ordinary humans. They don’t hang their trousers on a tree and jump through both legs at once. They are just men and women who put on their trousers one leg at a time. This is true of all of them. Obama just happens to be the worst one ever because (IMHO) he doesn’t really know much and he is determined to disarm us in the face of a world that grows more dangerous every day.
Anyway, then over to my apartment at the Shoreham Towers to be photographed some more. That apartment is a total mess. I don’t even know why I keep it. I guess I am too stupid and lazy to keep it clean enough to sell it. I have a lot of faults.
Then a visit over to see our beloved friend Sid, who has advanced Alzheimer’s. Sid is one of my favorite people on the planet. He is a super talented artist, was a super rich businessman. He was the ultimate bon vivant, along with his beautiful wife, Martha, who lived in Chanel.
Martha died in 1982 and Sid has never been the same. He now lies in his bed and watches the cooking channel along with his very sweet Hispanic caretaker. He actually whispered a few words when I came by. “A true virtuoso in many fields,” he said about me in slight breath, pointing at me.
I really would have to write an entire book to tell how much I love Sid. I held his hands and told him how much he was missed by the Young Communist League in Brooklyn. He was a shtarker in the YCL long ago before he became a multi-millionaire entrepreneur. Then he was a big supporter of Reagan and Bush 41.
He had many fond memories of being a street thug for the YCL and he smiled as I made a clenched fist salute.
Alex and I said goodbye and then a few more errands and then home.
By 8 p.m. I was reading the Wall Street Journal — I cannot live without it — and I got so tired I just beckoned wifey to get in bed with me and we went to sleep. At 8 p.m.
My usual sleep time is 1:30 a.m.
At about 3:30 I heard a loud pounding on my bedroom door. Usually this is my son come to talk to me when he can’t sleep. But it was not my son. And wifey, who had moved back to her room down the hall, had heard the knocking, too.
I took out my gun (when I hear the word prowler, I reach for my revolver) and walked around our home. No sign of a criminal but alas, the back door was unlocked. I called the cops. They were there in a moment. A white man and a black man. Both with Glocks.
(I used to have a really nice Glock but someone stole 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.
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?