Paula and David, surveilled at a Motel 6.
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Broadwell: I like you, too, sir, very much, but a girl has to look out for her career. Besides, we can meet again real soon, maybe at that little Greek place by the Pentagon.
Petraeus (pouts): So what am I supposed to do the rest of the weekend?
Broadwell: Don’t you have some CIA reports or something to work on?
Petraeus: Well, I guess I could catch a few winks. These all-nighters are wearing me out. I’m not the two-star general I used to be back in the good ol’ Desert Storm days.
Broadwell: Sir, could you pass me my other shoe and zip me up?
Petraeus: Sure. Come on, you have time for a quick bite to eat.
Broadwell (glances at her watch): Well, OK, but only if you promise to tell me that story about what General Allen told Hillary about those Drones outside Damascus.
Petraeus: It was a hoot. You’ll get a kick out of it. So why don’t you go on ahead while I paste on my mustache and wig. Meet you at Arby’s down the block. I’ll check us out.
Broadwell: Let’s split the motel bill. I can write it off on the publisher.
Petraeus: No, no, no — this one’s on me. CIA will take care of it. See you in about 20 minutes. At ease, baby face.
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.
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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?
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