Our monthly Diarist’s print magazine installment.
I awakened about noon at the fabulous Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Last night I gave a short talk and then a longer speech to investors and depositors at a bank with the great name of Integrity. My speech was about the economy and how screwed up both GOP and Democratic politicians have left it. I also talked about how well-chosen investments in public but small capitalization stocks (not penny stocks; well run companies) had done over long years.
The audience was intelligent and friendly. Afterward, I had dinner with my pal JW his wife and my pal Dave and their colleague Gary. It was a delicious meal on a veranda overlooking the lake at the Broadmoor. My wife was too tired to join us, but we had a good time anyway.
I stayed up far too late, which has become a real problem for me. So, this morning, even with sleeping late, I am tired. I dragged myself out of bed, dragged my wife out of bed, and we had a fine lunch at the Broadmoor. It was some kind of cheeseburger that just tasted amazingly good.
Then, into our car for a ride to the Denver airport. I like taking cars for trips of less than four hours instead of short hop flights. I sleep in the car and it’s relaxing to not have to go through security. This time, I also wanted to stop at the Chik-fil-A in Castle Rock. The owner is a pal and the chicken sandwich is heavenly.
Our driver, a severe-looking woman, had other plans. She did not know how to find the Chik-fil-A (which is well marked on the exit sign). She also “never eat[s] processed food or foods at restaurants…” Finally, her tight work schedule that day would not allow a 10-minute stop for food for me.
I was angry. I had allowed four hours for a two-hour trip exactly so I could stop. I am a super good customer of their company. And I dislike being condescended to about food.
However, I just went back to sleep. I am trying not to make mountains out of molehills because a woman in D.C. told me that was something Jews did that really annoyed her. (She’s a transgender, by the way. It takes all kinds. I dislike having her judge me…on the other hand, she’s probably right. The fact that she is transgender does not disqualify her opinions.)
Anyway, we got to the airport and got our Southwest tickets to Spokane. I was stunned at how much they cost. I guess SW was once the low cost carrier but isn’t any longer. What happened?
We got some McDonald’s food at the C concourse. Meat. Processed. At a restaurant. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa. Many people came by for photos. A staggeringly beautiful young Ethiopian woman waited on me at Mickey D’s. As far as I could tell, almost everyone working there was Ethiopian.
Query: How come they can get jobs and Americans can’t? Is it because maybe they are better motivated than some Americans? Come to think of it, a great many of the staff at the Broadmoor were from Mexico or the Caribbean or Africa. Are there no Americans who will take these jobs? If not, why do we pay them unemployment insurance? If there is so much unemployment, why do we have to go to Nigeria and Jamaica to find willing workers? I am obviously missing something here.
At the gate, we met a group of Army Reservists just back from 10 months in Afghanistan. They were young and charming and amazingly hung over. They were all from the Spokane area. I asked one of them, a medic with a bomb disposal unit, what the Afghans were like.
“They like to squat and stare at you all day,” he said. “I used to pick out the ones who were going to try to kill me. But I didn’t do anything to them. Not until they started shooting at me.”
The flight was delayed, which I foolishly had thought never happened on SW. But when we got to Spokane, at almost midnight, the scene was magnificent, like a glorious World War II movie. The six soldiers on the flight came out in a group, and a column of veterans with many flags stood forming a guard around them. A large crowd erupted in cheers and applause and—this part brings me to tears—a wife ran so fast into the arms of the first returning soldier that she almost knocked him down and then his tiny daughter leapt into his arms and the crowd cheered and cheered.
A Baptist minister and I joined in a prayer of thanksgiving to God for bringing these men back alive and well.
There is a lot of patriotism still in this country. A helluva lot. Plenty of gratitude, too.
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