Heavens, having two editors fight over one of my reviews. I blush.
I vastly admire Jack Nicklaus. Either my comparison of his book with Jones’s was an interesting contrast, as I think it was, or it was a gratuitous aside. Considering I devoted an entire paragraph to the comparison, I don’t think it’s gratuitous.
The original description of Jack as a kind of stuffed shirt — along with the “Karnack” nickname from Tom Watson — you can find in John Feinstein’s “A Good Walk Spoiled,” 1996. It’s an established story. Of course, the least criticism of Nicklaus will irritate some people; has for a long time.
Watson himself can stick his nose in the air, too. It was he who wrote the letter to the Masters Tournament Committee that got CBS’s Gary McCord kicked off the broadcast for remarks Watson saw as unbefitting the dignity of the tournament.
It all gets to be a little bit much, and makes me remember fondly such players as Brian Barnes, who once marked a putt with a beer bottle.
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