This and more from rainy, beleagured L.A.
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Meanwhile, comedians make jokes about you eating donuts and TV shows and movies portray you as crooked or incompetent. And politicians who would pass out if they faced the dangers you face every hour of every day complain that the pensions you earn if you manage to survive to retirement are too much for the taxpayers to afford. Yes, those same taxpayers whose lives you are saving with your own lives. Those taxpayers. They cannot afford to pay you the pensions you have been promised so you can spend whatever is left of your life fishing on Lake Pendoreille.
Talk about a tough gig. On the one hand, any creep you pull over for a broken brake light can take out a Glock and kill you. The tension leaves you with too many suicides. On the other hand, some people say you’re overpaid.
I am not sure how you can overpay someone for offering up his life for us citizens every single day. But that’s what it means to be a cop.
Meanwhile, I am awfully glad we have them on our side. I wouldn’t want to face that madman by myself.
A good night’s sleep after an hour trying to figure out Batman—the Dark Knight Rises. It was too complicated for me so I gave up. Alex and I did have a fine sushi dinner at Yoshi. I recommend that place highly. In West Hollywood. On Santa Monica. It looks dreadful but the food is great. Service is even better. Remember to tip the sushi men.
I lay in bed and read in Military History magazine about Lieutenant Tarleton, a vicious British cavalryman who behaved with great cruelty to the colonists in the Revolution. Except that sometimes he was quite respectful. But at other times, he was simply a war criminal, an actual murdering-of-the-surrendered-and-wounded war criminal. I had not known about him. I hope he’s suffering a lot in hell.
I also read about how very much of the Revolution was fought in my new favorite state of South Carolina. Lots of action and lots of patriots and lots of blood. I suspect that gave them a good reason to believe they should start the next Revolution, the one against Lincoln.
I think I shall have to get and read a history of South Carolina.
Meanwhile, I played with Julie Goodgirl, rubbed her perfect fur, looked her in her ever loving eyes, thanked God for my wife and for the fact that we are still together after all these years — 45 years! I bless my parents for that. They stayed together and so we had the example of staying together. They were not always ecstatic with the other, but they stayed together and my sister and her husband have been together for 51 years and wifey and I for 45 years.
I owe more than I can possibly describe to my parents. And far more than that to Big Wifey, who just brought me a cup of tea. Tazo Refresh. Best tea on earth. Best wife on earth.
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?