Not a very happy birthday for your Diarist.
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Meanwhile, B, a saint of a man, is facing hard time for something he had little control over. Several men and women just doing their jobs and a man’s life on the line.
B’s lawyer spoke eloquently. His name is Paul Charlton. His partner, a lovely, able woman named Janey Hinze, also toiled ably. Paul kept his hand supportively on B’s back but B was standing tall and unafraid. B even frantically wrote a note to his lawyer pointing out a major lacuna in what the lawyer had said.
Then, the judge said she was moved by the testimonials and would ease B’s probation a tiny little bit, but she added that he would have to suffer some retribution before he got out and could start making restitution. (I don’t see why, but I am not the judge. Revenge is not a great human quality or act. Mercy beats it every time. So does restitution.)
So, she sentenced B to 3 years minus about 5 and a half months for good behavior. I dashed behind the little wall and hugged B. He smiled bravely and said, “We’ll see you soon,” and waved good-bye.
Alex and I flew back to LAX is stunned silence. Just amazed silence. This is just horrible. 2012 has been a year of legal problems, and this one is by far the worst. When you or someone you love gets involved with the legal system, it rarely works out well. It is like a hydra that just keeps attacking you until it has drained your blood.
Maybe I should say a vampire, not a hydra.
Well, I will be in contact with B as the law allows, but this man does not belong behind bars. What will he do with all of those other prisoners? What will a kind, gentle man like him do in Sheriff Joe Arpaio’s jail?
What will I do without the world’s most reassuring human being?
This whole thing is just awful.
Alex and I are down in Rancho Mirage. The weather is perfect. Our son and daughter-in-law, the magnificent Kitty, and their child, Cora, are down here, too. Except for Kitty, each of us feels a bit ill.
I wanted to see Skyfall, the super new James Bond movie again but no one would go with me so I went by myself. Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom. It was even greater the third time than the first or second. Just hypnotizing. The sequences in Shanghai and in Scotland are works of art in every frame. Just stupendously beautiful. These movies take the visual, the kinetic, the aural, to a new level. And as I have said before, Javier Bardem is the best villain I have ever seen. He is extremely understandable and likeable even as a cruel killer.
The major theme — of betrayal between mothers and sons — works spectacularly well. Really, all of the Bond movies are the same — islands, exotic locales, beautiful ethnic women, sadism, money — but each is also different in its own ways and Skyfall is by far the richest lode mined. It is almost as good as Blade Runner, also about parents and children.
I left the theater in a trance of fantasy as I used to do when I was a small child after a fine movie. I slid next door to a burger place called “Five Guys.” It has amazing hot dogs and I had me one. Sitting across from me was a family with a simply perfectly beautiful Asian-American daughter. Just a little doll. A sleepy, weary, doll.
Her dad, Tony, from Upland, wanted his photo taken with me and his new very lovely wife and his stepdaughter. The little Asian girl’s name was Vanessa. I talked to Tony for a long time about what ails USC. Then he and Vanessa were gone forever. Sad. Too beautiful to stay around long.
I walked across the path at the River Shopping Center for a hot brownie with ice cream. I was still in a trance. It tasted so good words failed me. I wonder what B is eating tonight in jail.
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.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?