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Josiah Vega
Josiah Vega served as a research and development intern at The American Spectator Foundation.
by | Aug 5, 2015

As July flowed into August, President Barack Obama paid a visit to his ancestral home of Kenya on the occasion of the Global Entrepreneurial Summit. There he managed to lecture Kenyan leadership on homosexual rights and further alienate his extended…

by | Oct 31, 2013

Tuesday HERE I AM in Sioux City, Iowa, to address the Chamber of Commerce. The day started well, with a late lunch of prime rib at a place called Bev’s attached to the Hilton Garden Inn on the river—the mighty…

by | Oct 30, 2013

Saturday A FABULOUSLY INTERESTING day here in Sandpoint. Tim Farmin and I got into my rented silver-gray Chrysler and drove to Priest River, roughly 25 miles away. It is a logging town where I know some pleasant people. We were…

by | Oct 7, 2013

Sunday A full day. I had lunch with a stunningly brilliant 24-year-old Chinese woman film student at the Polo Lounge. The student’s name is Tian Wei Wang. She is from the Beijing area, and she graduated from a prestigious university…

by | Oct 4, 2013

Tuesday San Diego. It is a perfect, magnificent Southern California afternoon. Sunny, ’70s, breezy, no humidity. A driver named Derek Kelley from CLS has driven me down to a shopping center near La Jolla where I am meeting a close…

by | Sep 26, 2013

WednesdaySANDPOINT. Something is definitely wrong with the weather. It is killingly hot, and has been day after day after day. Just murderous. It has been between 95 and 100 degrees all week. The day starts out cool and pleasant, but…

by | Sep 16, 2013

Friday It is the night of Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement. The rule is that we Jews fast from sundown to the next sundown on this “holiday.” Just for me, it doesn’t make a lot of sense. After…

by | Sep 13, 2013

Thursday We are back in Beverly Hills. We left one week ago. My last day there, I spoke to the entire student body of Bonners Ferry High School. Bonners (as we call it) is about fifty miles north of Sandpoint….

by | Sep 4, 2013

Tuesday Sandpoint. It is the day after Labor Day. Like clockwork, summer has ended. The sky is slate gray. There is no one on the beach, not anyone. There is almost no one on the streets. The only place where…

by | Sep 3, 2013

Monday “Heart rendering,” as my wife would say. It is Labor Day, the last day of summer. And it’s raining. Overcast. There is no one on the beach at all. No adorable girls in bikinis to ask me for photos…

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