Then comes the ending, at Sunset and San Vicente.
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He was friendly and down to earth, no boasting at all, the sign of real class. The young women were delightful and I marveled at Mr. Dean’s social skills.
One of the women started out the evening with a bit of sarcasm, seemingly doubting that I was who I said I was. But she was soon smiling and pleasant. She turned out to be from Mongolia (although whether from Inner or Outer, I know not). The blond woman sitting next to me was over six feet tall, a highly accomplished financial regulator, and a black belt in karate. The woman across from her was a stunningly shapely actress model. The Mongolian worked for a defense contractor. The one next to her had the perfect name, Alexa, and perfect face.
They were all just dreams come true.
However, after very briefly talking with them (all excellent conversationalists), I had to make my apologies because — of course — I had TV early the next morning.
Still, I was entranced by the scene: the handsome, rich entrepreneur; the magnificent young women, the sushi, the James Bond movie. The women at the sushi place were far more beautiful than the women in Skyfall, and that is saying a lot.
Well, this is my life.
I went home and made a roasted chicken dinner for my wife. Then I watched a documentary about World War II and heavy fighting in the Marianas.
The world is so wildly unfair and I get the benefits of it nonstop.
Gratitude. That is my mantra.
Fox News. Helped to get miked up by a kindly Fox girl named Heather Leigh Gustafson. Just as helpful as can be, tall and beautiful. Lynn University grad. I spoke there about ten years ago and had a great time.
In the makeup room, I fell into an argument with a man from the entities that make violent video games. I recall (perhaps incorrectly) that he owned some games himself. He said that parenting problems were the issue, not violent video games. Well, duhh? What would he say?
I told him our son spent whole weeks at a time watching violent video games and playing them and I thought it had hardened his moral senses. “That’s poor parenting,” said the game owner. “It’s not the games.” (Paraphrase.)
“It was poor parenting,” said the man, again, just to be sure I got the point of my own idiocy and weakness.
“Poor parenting letting him play the games,” I said. “That was the problem.”
James Buchanan, RIP, would have understood. I could hardly have expected this man who has gotten rich from violence on the video game scene to criticize video games.
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?