Quin, this may be of interest only to you and me. Darren Clarke was called home from a tournament last week to be at his wife Heather’s side as she battles cancer via chemotherapy. He’s playing this week in The British Masters at The Belfry, not far from his London home, so he can drive back and forth.
Aside from his golf, Clarke is noteworthy for his kicky spiked frosted hairdos, his go-to-hell trousers, and a ruddy, life-affirming face that obviously enjoys the good things — cigars, fast cars, Guinness.
His appearance, via the Golf Channel, is a shock. His hair is an untended mess, his clothes look slept-in, and his face is ashen and drawn. Things must not be going well in the Clarke household. Astonishingly, he’s leading the golf tournament.
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?