Not a very happy birthday for your Diarist.
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It is my 68th birthday. Wow, am I old. I slept very late, ate some apple pie Kitty made for me, opened presents. The best one was a book Tommy and Kitty had made about my life. It has great photos and witticisms about me through Tommy’s eyes. I was deeply moved.
Then, a late lunch at Mission Hills CC. I spent most of it on the phone with my glorious sister. She recommended that I eat a lot of prunes. Good advice for when you’re 68.
And yet I cannot stop thinking about B. Life is so random. When I was young, I routinely drove drunk. I routinely abused drugs, both legal and illegal. I possessed illegal drugs. That was decades ago. I came through unscathed. Then, this year, I get tortured by a famous torturing attorney, then watch as my heart’s companion goes off to jail, then prison. Life is challenging. All I can do is live it one day at a time and turn the results over to God.
Please pray for my dear friend in the lions’ den. And that Vanessa has a good life.
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