Maybe it’s because Doc Russia and his lady came round for dinner last night
…or maybe the well has just run uncharacteristically dry, but I can’t think of a decent “Difficult Choices” scenario.
Maybe one will come to me later, when the hobgoblins have finished their clog dance inside my skull..
Bear with me.
It’s all yesterday’s fault… now I can’t shake Nothing To Say. And with nary a flute in sight, it’s still unmistakably Tull.
…on the thin ice of the new day.
No wait, that wasn’t what I wanted to talk about; but you can keep it running in the background anyway.
I haven’t been watching the Winter Olympics in CommieChinaland (who has?), but I noticed recently that there was some nonsense about doping and (duh) Russians, prompting a comment from Eternal Skating Hottie Katarina Witt. So here we are:
Magnificent. And… yer welcome.
Sent to me by Fiend Bastard Mr. Free Market, comes this gentle exploration of the land around The Englishman’s farm.
I need to get back there, very badly.
This arrived in my email a couple days back:
Cheap, direct flight, what’s not to like?
March in Helsinki, is what:
Pass, but thanks for the offer.
I’m sorry to see that P.J. O’Rourke has left us for that Great Editorial Office In The Sky.
Although I didn’t agree with much of his later writing, I loved his earlier books (Parliament Of Whores, Eat The Rich, etc.) and I do owe him a debt of gratitude.
You see, when I was homeschooling the kids, whenever they asked a question about politics or taxes or any of that, I simply pointed them to the relevant chapter in one of P.J.’s books, and let him be their guide. (Also, they didn’t always believe my explanation because for some reason they thought I was a right-wing conservative, and wanted an “impartial” perspective, ho ho.)
The Son&Heir now has all O’Rourke’s books on his shelf, and I truly believe that these have formed his socio-political outlook, such as it is.
No better legacy.