Some deep thoughts upon returning from Sandpoint.
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Our son’s dog scratched our granddaughter.
Everyone on this planet wants money from me and I have a lot less than anyone thinks and that’s scaring me.
I did finally manage to sleep. Big Wifey lay next to me reading a book called The Crown Jewels, about Soviet spies in the UK and the KGB files on them. Wow. There were a heck of a lot of traitors in Britain. Why did they do it? There are way too many angry, crazy, envious people out there. My mother used to say that envy explained everything, and maybe it does. A wise man said that in some crackpot way, the Nazis envied the Jews, even as they depicted them as rats — literally as rats. Come to think of it, why do people hate us Jews so much? We are just people, only a little more so.
I thought these DEEP THOUGHTS, looked at Alex in profile for a long time (more beautiful even than Greta Garbo), then walked back to the house (I had been in my office), put on my immense blue floral swim trunks and headed towards our pool.
Tommy’s light brown Cocker Spaniel, Buglet, started to bark with anticipation. My large German short-haired pointer, Julie, went ballistic with thrills. Alex’s pointer, Zelda, turned in circles as she barked with excitement. Why? Because they know that when I go to the pool, I often (always) pick up a tennis ball and throw it for them. They run all around, tussle over the ball, then bring it back to me as I am swimming. I pause and throw it over and over again.
Often, when the ball lands, it hits pool furniture or a tree and bounces back into the water. Buglet and Zelda look sad but Julie Good Girl just leaps into the water and swims like Mark Spitz to retrieve the ball. She puts it in her mouth, swims to the steps and jumps out. Then she shakes herself.
Today, just once, as she shook herself, the water came off in a vertical sheet. It was caught by sunlight coming through a magnolia and lit up like a watery rainbow growing out of the back of an angel dog from heaven, the end of my rainbow.
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