I read Lawrence Henry’s stuff and just find myself nearly hypnotized by it. There’s just something about this guy. He’s been around. He’s dropped out, blown-up, endured health problems, and come out the other end with a boatload of wisdom, savvy, and cool stories. It’s not huge muscles, guns, or a way with the ladies. It comes from just having been around, seen some things, taken some chances, and managing to learn a few things along the way. In short, there have got to be a lot of young guys looking at Larry H. as a source of retro male cool.
I hate to embarrass you Larry, but you remind me of a great scene from the largely forgotten Kevin Costner film Revenge. Costner’s character hooks up with a late middle aged horse trader who is fighting his way toward one more transaction and coughing up a lung every few minutes. The grizzled old guy pushes his hair back out of his face, dons a pair of dark sunglasses and asks Costner, “How do I look?” Costner replies, “Like a survivor.”
Damn straight. Read Lawrence Henry and check out a guy who looks like a survivor and will entertain the hell out of you telling you about it.
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.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?