Wlady just forwarded me an e-mail from an irate reader who characterized my review of John Feinstein’s Tales from Q School as “column filler,” because Feinstein had said “despicable” things about the Duke lacrosse players case. A quick Google yields some apparent Feinstein broadcast comments summarized in a sports blog here and a Feinstein column griping about all things Duke here.
These comments are indeed not attractive to me, either. As are some of Feinstein’s other habits, of a piece with these columns. He is very self-righteous, and quite impressed with himself. (Christopher Hitchens is not?) In golf, for instance, the only subject where I have read Feinstein, he dubbed Scottish golfer Colin Montgomerie “Mrs. Doubtfire,” and labored to do so, and then rued the fact that fans had picked up the nickname and thrown it at Montgomery.
That doesn’t mean he can’t write. He can write like an angel.
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?