It’s that time of year again, as Goldman Sachs toys with the market.
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I did a lot of editing of my next book, then went for a bike ride through the park. As always, there were many happy young people. I passed a knot of young people and a boy of about 14 said to his friends, “There’s that rich guy.”
HA! If they only knew how wrong they were… I met my pal, Tim Farmin, and we went out for a ride on my boat. There was a powerful chop on the lake and parking at Bottle Bay was tricky. But we did it and Tim, as usual, saved me from wrecking my boat.
Many friendly faces greeted us at Bottle Bay. It was old times again. Except that the stock market was down 251 points and I am worried. Wait! That is old times. I am always worried sick about something. That’s who I am.
Back in Sandpoint, people waved at me and welcomed me back to town. I love this place. The friendly people are even cooler than the immense lake.
Wifey and I had take-out spaghetti and tomato sauce. It was okay, but only okay.
Tomorrow is her birthday. I am certain that difficult days lie ahead. The economic situation terrifies me. We are both getting old and health is a constant issue. We have gone through a hellish year so far. But I am married to the absolutely finest human on this earth, the kindest, smartest, most beautiful, most forgiving, most appreciative soul God ever made. I am married to a saint. I am a wretched sinner, but I am married to a saint. Yes, a literal saint. From heaven. The best that humans can be. Better than human. So, I will probably be poorer and certainly older, but I am the most fortunate of men to wake up in America married to a goddess.
I AM MARRIED TO THE BEST PERSON ON THE PLANET.
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?