One thing I guarantee your friends will never say to you at dinner time is, “Lets go out for some English.” Anyone faced with the challenge of keeping body and soul together while on a visit to the auld sod will know why. So it’s particularly odd that “Sir” Paul McCartney (apparently all superannuated rockers in the UK now carry the appellation “Sir” before their names) has urged Americans not to eat turkey for Thanksgiving, but instead to substitute tofu and yard clippings.
Our Paul, a vegetarian himself, put his message in the form of an ad for the upscale animal worship cult, PETA. I don’t know what would make McCartney think Americans would take his advice and forswear turkey today. We had a chance to reject a national turkey on Nov. 6, but didn’t take it.
One more thing to be thankful for today is that nutters like McCartney aren’t setting the national menu. Yet. But look for Nanny Bloomberg to hire McCartney as a dietary consultant.
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?
H/T to National Review Online