Great to meet and greet him again yesterday, at Lynchburg airport.
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After Mr. Romney got back in his plane, I shook hands with about 500 people, took pictures, and signed people’s arms. That was fun but I would rather be with Julie Good Girl in bed.
On the way home, we visited Jerry and Becki’s perfect farmhouse high in the Blue Ridge. Becki showed us around. She is really a peach of a beautiful woman. The views over a lake and meadows were spectacular at the Falwell home, but I will take my far smaller home with my JGG.
On the way home, we stopped at a Sheetz truck stop on Route 81, a hellish highway. A bunch of truck drivers wanted autographs. I asked them what they were up to tonight. “Beating up Yankees,” said one of them cheerily.
In Gainesville, we stopped for dinner at Chick-Fil-A. A staggeringly pretty young girl named Kimberly was taking out the trash. She was an angel with trash in plastic bags and pale blue eyes and long blond hair and a tiny, almost invisible cut on her lips that made her even more bewitching. She told me she wanted to be a civil engineer.
That politics stuff. That’s nonsense. Kimberly. She’s real. My wife, she’s God’s angel in my life, at 65, more beautiful than when I met her two weeks after her 19th birthday. Crushes. As Wlady said, that’s the only reality.
As I made tea back at the Watergate, I thought, “It really doesn’t matter who wins. I’m still getting old very fast. Neither candidate can stop that.”
But I am haunted by the look in Mitt Romney’s eyes. Pained, perceptive yet full of hope, and even, I will dare say it, filled with a love of a highly flawed humanity. I like him. He is a credit to his race: the human race.
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