Jill Kelley, the woman who complained of receiving cranky emails from Gen. Petraeus’s biographer/honey-bunny, lives about four blocks from me. The scorpions of the press descended on her and her husband’s house yesterday afternoon while she was giving a birthday party for one of her children, complete with noisy DJ.
I’m not that curious about La Kelley’s relationship, if any, with the general. But I would have been tempted to send her cranky emails myself yesterday to complain about the noise from her backyard that was infecting most of the neighborhood. I don’t know why so many nice people, like this couple almost certainly are, think it’s OK to entertain themselves or their children by disturbing the peace for blocks around.
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?