The wages of sin on a Labor Day weekend.
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Today, I did various errands. Summer is really and truly over. It is cold and gray here. I still don’t feel well. Plus, I had a deeply unsettling evening. I went out to get some films developed at Wal-Mart. (Yes, I still once in a while use film and I love it.) While I was waiting for the developing, I wandered to the men’s room. Next to the rest rooms was a bank of three computers with a sign above saying something like, “Wal-Mart Hiring Center.”
Sitting in a chair hunched over a keyboard was a very old man, at least in his 80s, with matted gray hair and beard, struggling to use the set up to apply for a job. A younger woman was very kindly and gently helping him.
I pulled her aside. “Is this man applying for a job here?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Didn’t he work as a greeter here a long time ago?”
“Yes, but now he needs a job again,” she said.
At first I felt horrible, and then I thought how great it was that Wal-Mart would probably be giving him a job. What other company in this whole country would do that?
I went home to whine and complain about my life generally and then I got an e-mail that really rocked me. A woman who used to be the girlfriend of a wealthy man, then of another wealthy man, and had recently done some bits of work for me for very good pay, asked for more money. I told her I could not give her more. She said, in essence, that she would then have to become a call girl. I didn’t respond. What could I say?
The sad, indeed, horrifying, thing about this is that she might be the fifth or sixth woman I know who has, in recent times, told me calmly that she is about to become a call girl to keep up her life style in the absence of a well paid career — or maybe just in the absence of any sense of self-respect or work ethic. However you slice it, it is deeply upsetting.
On the other hand, there is that elderly man at Wal-Mart with the guts to still seek to be self-sufficient through his own exertions.
What a world. And then there are the soldiers, shining high above all of it. And the Legionnaires, whom I love so much. What a world.
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?
H/T to National Review Online