I meant all last week to post a nice, thoughtful mini-essay on the passing of former NFL great Max McGee. I never had time, and am slammed now. Just let it be said that he was one of a kind, a great clutch player, a reputation for being a kind and giving person, and qite a character as well. As Tulane football is in my blood for many reasons, and as the Green Bay Packers have always been my second favorite NFL team after the N.O. Saints, Max McGee of Tulane and Packer fame was a double-hero for me in retrospect, even though he retired just before I was old enough to pay attention to individual football players. He died at age 75, falling from a roof while cleaning leaves. What a shame. But, in his spirit, I’ve been meaning to tip back an adult beverage in his honor. Do read the link I provided. May Max McGee rest in peace, except for those times when HE wants to raise a little he** for old times sake!
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?