First, the National Gallery. Then, the Spectator’s 45th anniversary dinner.
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There was a deal of talk about why we lost the election. Of course it was because the black vote went 95% for Obama. That was it. That was the whole story. But why? Would Tom Sowell have gotten that vote? Would Herman Cain? I don’t think so. Mr. Obama has a mysterious charisma for blacks and for gays and for lesbians and for college kids. He just seems like a very cool guy, just the way G.W. Bush seemed très cool to white people and many Hispanics in 2000 and 2004. Next time we need someone very ultra cool to run against Deval Patrick. He’s the guy to beat.
We’ll find him or her. I don’t know where, but whoever he is, he or she should know the “Boom Boom Boom Boom” moves and speak Español. Let Obama screw up for the next four years. We will have an even better record to run against.
We drove home to the Watergate, let Bob go, and sent out postcards.
I love Washington. It is very late now and I am looking out at the dark Potomac and the lights of Arlington. I feel as if D.C. is still home, after all these years. “Boom Boom Boom Boom. I love the way you move.” I love that special Linda at the National Gallery of Art.
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?