When this old world is getting you down — but how can it be?
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Graduation at the Navy Pier for AIU. I really was so choked up at the ceremony and how hard the kids had worked for their degrees that it was hard to sit still. The best was a woman with advanced MS who had to be helped across the stage. She was shaking badly but smiled when she got her diploma. This country still has some life in her.
Now, we are back in L.A. Yesterday I had lunch with my genius stock broker, Jerry Au, from Merrill Lynch, and my dear pal and financial guru, Phil DeMuth, at Mister Chow. Life in Beverly Hills is pretty damned nice. I know I don’t deserve it. You don’t have to tell me. I know.
I will just tell you I cannot afford this life much longer. I am going to downsize and just live quietly somewhere. Soon, too. I just do not have the strength to live this large much longer. I wish I were as sensible as my sister, but I never have been and never will be. She lives a life that has balance. I am a fiddler on the roof, to coin a phrase. But what a roof it is, surrounded by stucco and a glittering blue pool and palms and jacarandas and cedars and my Julie Good Girl always wanting me to throw the ball for her.
What a roof.
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?