Here I am down at our house in Rancho Mirage. My fabulous driver and colleague, Jeff, drove me down here in my fabulous Audi S8. Riding in it is like riding in a cloud. I really cannot adequately praise the car. Powerful, smooth riding, precise handling, with unbelievably comfortable seats that have built-in massaging rollers. I am sure it has thousands of other features I don’t know how to use.
I slept like a baby. But last night I felt extremely unwell and awakened in a panic mode. The panic mode is from watching the news on my phone about how the Democrats are purposely allowing an invasion of this great country by millions of aliens who have diseases, have no place to live, and can only cause misery for themselves and the people around them.
The worst of it falls upon unaccompanied minors, who really just get locked up or else become prey for rapists and other criminals. But the Democrats are inviting ever more of them to come daily. Texas is largely lawless country now. Biden does nothing about it. Of course he does nothing, period. And how on Earth can America survive the latest barrage of “laws” from Congress? These explicitly anti-constitutional laws eradicate states’ rights over voting, compel labor unionization, and just cruelly ride roughshod over what we know to be the foundations of America.
(I urgently suggest you read the articles by my longtime pal Nolan Rappaport, a lawyer with spectacular credentials on immigration law, in the Hill. He leaves me terrified but informed.)
Anyway, I awakened, swam, had a modest breakfast, then went back to bed to think about my life. As always, I think about my happy days at Alpha Delta Phi at Columbia, about my gloriously loyal college girlfriend, Miss X, about the most beautiful bride of all time, my wife of some 53 years, Alex, about my parents, who took such great care of me, about my sister, who cleaned up from me when I needed it most, about my meaningful days working for Mr. Nixon, savior of Israel, about my handsome son, about my salvation by a 12-step program, about Yale Law School and actually learning something, about Al Burton, the best friend I ever had.
About America. How unbelievably lucky I am to be here, to have been born here. I looked out the window at my swimming pool and the golf course, and the snow-capped mountains.
O, Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds thy hands have made.…
Then sings my soul, in lonely splendor,
O, Lord, how great thou art.
And now I have to rest because I want to enjoy America while it lasts.
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