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WM reminded me of the time I went hunting pheasant with my boyfriend. I have no idea why he wanted me to tag along. He just said, “Punk, you’re coming with me tomorrow.” And he taught me how to clean a gullet. I still have those beautiful feathers, somewhere.
At 17 he took apart and rebuilt the engine of a ‘63 Sunbeam Alpine. He was a math head, in the top 10 of a class of 150, overall. He was a great second baseman. He tricked me into answering a question on Return of the Native incorrectly. I’d confessed to him that I hadn’t read the chapters assigned: Hi! H’re you? As Rush would say.
A few days later there he was sitting cross-legged (Native American and Irish, what a deadly combination!) on the little flat roof just outside my bedroom window. Getting there was such an act of athletic prowess that even my father, who uncovered the plot, had to comment on it before telling him to scram so he could have a little talk with his vagabonda innamorata . It’s not like it is in the movies. Your father blames you for everything. He knows, and more importantly, he knows that you know.
I’ve been sitting on the Hoffman/Scozzafava fence. And I’m not even sure why. But I’m going to send him some money anyway because you need energetic conservatives inside.
Newt’s support for Scozzafava doesn’t surprise me. But Thaddeus McCotter’s support for her does. His brief statement doesn’t reveal a whole lot, just that speaking as a “51% republican we need to take this seat as republicans.” He’s a serious thinker and a sober man. I wish he would elaborate.
McCotter’s not some great modernist hankering to synthesize heresies. In his interview with Peter Robinson (Uncommon Knowledge), he says that politics is the art of the possible. And I think he’s right. Yet, IIRC, he voted against the first TARP and subsequent bailouts because he really did see that Bush and Obama were both sticking it to the little guy on behalf of the big guy, supposedly so well-educated yet still needing the collective power of the little guy to prevent him from being part of the bread line.
What to watch for:
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?