I hear a fairly reliable rumor about where Tiger Woods has been recuperating, but not to the level of confirmation that it meets journalistic standards to publish it. Oh, what a dilemma, because I would LOVE to get credit for the scoop. It’s a really interesting story….
Anyway, other than one quick post when the story first broke, I have tried to avoid the story of Tiger and his mistresses, and I believe that Jack Nicklaus had the best response of all: “None of my business.”
But when I heard the above-mentioned reliable rumor, something started my brain working against its will, and somehow I started channeling William Blake’s ghost. Or maybe it was a bad impostor. Anyway, here is what resulted:
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
in the bedrooms of the night:
What immoral face or bust
could shame thee, make thine image dust?
Okay, that was bad. Happy New Year everybody.
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?