So much for 45 years of psychotherapy.
We are still down in the desert. It’s still raining and cold, but we love it anyway. We (wifey and I) got up, had breakfast, I swam, then we rushed over to our 12-step meeting. As we did, I got a call from a woman who works for me confirming my worst fears about how incompetently I have handled my spending urges. I am just an insanely wild over-spender. I always have been. All of my life. It makes me crazy, but I cannot stop it. It scares me to death.
Our 12-step meeting was fairly sparsely attended. As I sat there, I made a mental list of my faults:
I thought about this all day as Alex and I did the trivial errands we do down here—grocery, laundry, pharmacy, bookstore. It got me down. I feel as if I am dragging around all of this insanity and it weighs me down. I am like a centipede who has gotten dust balls on his many legs and can barely move.
On the other hand, I also realize these traits are exactly what my mother used to criticize me for all of my life. Maybe that’s why they weigh me down still. So much for 45 years of psychotherapy.
On the other hand, I thought, as I nursed a ginger ale at the River Shopping Center tonight, I have some good qualities, too.
I wrote the list on a napkin and then went for a walk through the shopping center. It was oddly deserted. The weather down here has been dismal so maybe that has something to do with it.
Anyway, I think way too much about myself. In my 12-step meeting there is a man born in 1929, which makes him about 82, and he says the secret of his success in the program is to not think so damn much about himself. I am probably the worst offender on earth about this.
So, as I walked through the River and ran into Marines from 29 Palms, I made a point of talking to them for a long, long time. I LOVE THESE GUYS. I mean, I really love them.
They are so brave, so enthusiastic, so strong, that it’s almost beyond my calculations. I just love them. They are also extremely modest and never brag. They’re just the greatest.
The two bravest men I know, John W. Keker and Lawrence Hyde Lissitzyn, are both Marines who saw horrible combat in Vietnam. The smartest man I know (except for Aram and Wlady and Bob) is John R. Coyne, Jr., also a Marine. These are amazing human beings.
Many years ago, David Eisenhower, one of the smartest guys on the planet, told me that he thought that part of Ike’s success was that he was never afraid to fight with his hands. This tells us a lot about the Marines, who actually like to fight. They would rather fight than not fight. Again, they are amazing. Thank God, they are on our side.
We got back last night about midnight. To my disgust, someone had been in my office and left the lights on. These lights are a bear to replace—they are at the apex of a vaulted ceiling—so I was furious. Plus, the people who were supposed to care for our EIGHT cats had failed to show up or let the cats into the rooms where their litter boxes are for two days, so the house smelled unbelievably horrible. I was hysterical. Plus, my wife needed cat litter. So I, exhausted as I was, went out and bought the stuff and came home with it. Yuck.
As I started to prepare for my nocturnal swim, I put my toe in the water. ICE COLD. The heater had not been working. This is just too much. Plus, on TCM was an incredibly sad movie called Fanny and Alexander. Bergman was a depressed guy.
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.
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It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
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