Governor, my good friend Quin Hillyer appears to believe that you deliberately allowed a reporter from Politico to overhear your conversation with Alex Pappas of the Daily Caller (who is also my good friend). In the interest of putting to an end what Quin calls a “contretemps,” permit me to suggest that you ask around for my phone number, call me up, and let’s get the facts straight.
My gut-hunch says that you wouldn’t be doing any favors like that for a Politico reporter. In fact, my gut-hunch says that this reporter was actually eavesdropping on your private phone conversation.
Now, governor, you know the good work I did two years ago when the execrable scuzzball Jesse Griffin was floating that bogus divorce rumor. And you also know that I had the honor of visiting with your husband and children last September.
So you ought to know you can trust me, and if you say something’s off the record, it’s off the record and I’ll even deny we ever talked, if that’s what you want. I’ve kind of been moaning a bit about my own lack of access, and you can chew me out for that, if you want — on the record or off the record, however you like. But if you’re going to call up reporters and chew them out, I hate to be left out of the loop.
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?
H/T to National Review Online