We have arrived at the State of Irrelevance. Unpack. Defecate on the front porch, if you wish. In fact, do anything you wish, with anybody you wish, for as long as you wish. No one will say a thing.
Apart from a few brief moments to mourn in private once her daughter Jessie’s pregnant body was discovered, Patricia Porter was readily available to the media, which carefully avoided any trenchant inquiry. Had she ever had a mother-daughter talk about sexual relations with a married man? Even after such had produced a child two years ago? Had she any misgivings about yet another illegitimate child entering the family circle, courtesy the same man whose relationship with her daughter seemed casual to say the least?
Such questions must have occurred dozens of times to TV viewers, but not to the interviewing anchors who bowed and scraped and exuded unbound sympathy throughout, from their towers of irrelevance.
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?