Its highest values should come as no surprise. Then off to a sendoff of U.S. Marines at Camp Pendleton.
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I answered her, “We all often feel that way. There is one way out. Turn your life and your will over to God. He made us with all of our flaws and He will forgive you because He knew you before you were even formed and knew what was in you. If you accept Him, He accepts you and you never have to feel afraid or ashamed again.”
Or I can put it another way. Very early today, I was watching a famous publicity hound lawyer on TV raging venomously against someone who had said something she didn’t like, even though the man was acting within his rights and had apologized in any event.
She could have said, “I think he did something wrong, but I will pray for him and hope he gets his ideas better organized. We all make mistakes and so do I.” Instead, she went off on him on national TV.
What spirit do you think would make her a happier woman? What spirit would help the world more?
Easy answers, right? Well, that’s why I love Christmas. Because that’s when the answers started becoming a worldwide answer. And the lights are nice and the tree is nice and the shopping is nice. But a dominant culture that, at least for December, says that love and peace are the highest values — that’s what I want to honor.
We don’t honor department stores. We honor the spirit of forgiveness and love. That’s Christmas for me.
Up and out the door for a grueling long drive from Rancho Mirage to Camp Pendleton near San Diego. Southern California is so immense that this drive took three hours, all on magnificent freeway. I stopped at a Chick-Fil-A for a fabulous sandwich of fried chicken breast, then went on my way to the immense Marine base.
The occasion was the Christmas party for the 5th Artillery Battalion, 11th Marines, or the 511. Rain was falling so most of it was held in a huge open room in a Spartan building. Inside the room were hundreds of Marines, many with wives, and many with babies — many, many, many babies — laughing, joking, eating turkey. A jolly crew. Outside, there was — in the drizzle — a knot of Marines on a bouncy platform hitting each other with highly padded pugil sticks — four-feet-long fighting weapons — and then wrestling madly with each other.
They looked terrifyingly strong. I was glad I was not fighting against them. They really threw themselves into the fighting.
“Marines like to test themselves against other Marines,” said a Marine watching the scene with me.
Two Marine Sergeants offered to show me the ordnance their unit fires, mostly in Afghanistan. There are two main items.
The first is a 155 mm. cannon that is so highly computerized it staggered me. With the combined use of satellites, the radio, or maybe the Internet, computers, and very fancy explosives, the 511 can send hugely damaging projectiles about 18 miles with pinpoint accuracy, as a serious Master Gunnery Sergeant explained to me.
The topper, though, is the Hi-MARS rocket. When a good target is found whom the Marines want to “affect,” as they call it, a satellite sends the co-ordinates of the bad guys. The rocket’s trajectory is plotted instantly. Then, the rocket is shot 50,000 feet up into the air so it’s right above the target — then it comes STRAIGHT DOWN at way above sonic speeds so the people it “affects” never even remotely hear it coming. They are just gone.
This monster can hit targets 90 miles away within one meter. It’s unbelievable.
Anyway, inside the big building, I walked up to just about everyone, stuck out my hand and talked to them. Everyone, every single one, was incredibly friendly.
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.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?