The McCains own seven houses, but they haven’t paid taxes on one of them for four years. My guess is that they got out of rotation in their visits, and forgot they owned it. If they keep this up, because the condo is in default, they won’t anymore.
Obama now has the Democratic nomination sewn up, a remarkable display of noblesse oblige on the part of the party of Jackson. This is an election that by all accounts ought to have been a walk-over for the Democrats, but instead they nominated someone from a political region I call So Far Left That. If Obama was seated in the left field bleachers, he has scooted so far left that he has a great view of first base. I mean, first base is right there. Feel free to leave your own so far left that entries in the comments.
Meantime, the Libertarian Party nominee, Bob Barr, turns out to have voted for the Iraq War and the Patriot Act. Heh.
While we are on the general subject of political monkeyshines, Mark Steyn, political writer and observer, is currently walking through the valley of the shadow of Canadian Human Rights Comissions. He is charged with writing about Islam as though he were a free man. Somebody up north wants to teach him.
Last one and I’m done. I have read, and enjoyed, a number of Pat Buchanan’s books, but I think I am going to give this next one a pass — Churchill, Hitler, and the Unnecessary War. Having read two reviews, one by David Pryce-Jones in National Review and the other by Christopher Hitchens in Newsweek, I think there are better uses of my time. Of the two reviewers, Hitchens does a far better job because he is happy to grant Buchanan the point whenever he makes a good one, while Pryce-Jones begins his review with “Patrick J. Buchanan is evidently an unhappy and angry man,” when Buchanan is obviously one of the jolliest figures in public life that we have. But being jolly doesn’t make you right, and woulda coulda shoulda doesn’t work when you are dealing with global events with 15,000 significant variables. There is a greater power that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will.