From the print edition, Ben remembers Roy Ash from the Nixon days. Plus much more.
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Once Roy and I were having dinner at Mr Chow and he told me about his aggravation over someone owing him a few million dollars. “What can that possibly matter to a man with wealth like yours?” I asked him.
“It’s liquidity at the margin,” he said.
I guess I looked puzzled.
“It’s nice to have cash,” he said.
For the last thirty years or so, he has been restoring Pre-Revolutionary War estates in the Hunt Country outside Washington, D.C. I have never seen any of them but I imagine they are magnificent. Roy was a poet and had an eye for poetry.
Lila Ash and Roy’s children must be devastated. He was a prince.
My wife saw the doctor about her months of feeling ill. He told her to eat oatmeal with flaxseed oil. What on earth are we going to do? What can that even mean?
I am getting extremely worried.
I had many calls today from broke friends asking for money. It is amazing how many people hit me up for money, amazing how many people I know do not work—amazing how miserable they all are. And they do not know, not one of them, that there is no self-esteem without work. You just cannot be happy if you are idle. It’s that simple. But so few people get it. Scary. Read Day of the Locust about cunning people in L.A. preying on normal working people. That’s my story. Nathanael West, real name something like Weinstein, wrote it. He got it totally right.
I spent an hour sitting in on a class at Palm Desert Charter Middle School. It was on the Constitution. It was a fine class with a fine teacher. But I kept going back to my eighth grade Civics class. I guess it’s just old age, but I recall we did the subject at a much more intense level than the class today. Probably it’s just an old man’s memory tricks. The class today was fine. (I keep using that word because John Coyne uses it. We talk a lot.)
I recall an eighth grade class where we were assigned to be Tories or Patriots debating the Revolu-tion. I was a Tory. I was saying that the Revolutionists were just “rabble rousers.”
An incredibly, unbelievably smart fellow in my class named Arne Steinberg replied, “John Adams, Samuel Adams, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson. Were they rabble?”
I have never encountered such a powerful comeback ever again in my life. That guy was a genius. He was also a fine pianist. Probably still is.
Anyway, I enjoyed the class but the windows do not open and I could not smell the new mown grass as I did in 1958 through immense open windows.
Autres temps, autres moeurs.
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