Price is high on Romney. He supported him in ’08. He thinks he’ll win this year, and go on to be a historic president, one who rights the ship and gets us sailing briskly and confidently again.
From his mouth to . . .
We talked about October surprises Obama might pull — or rather, fall-campaign surprises. He could accede to a grand compromise on taxes and spending. He could strike Iran.
Also, if Republicans have a threatening lead out of their convention, he, before his own convention, could dump Biden. He could try to reinvigorate his campaign with a different running-mate. It wouldn’t be too late.
“Two of my most valuable team members will switch jobs: Hillary Clinton will be vice president, Joe Biden will be secretary of state.”
I received a note from a friend of mine, a lifelong Democrat. He had read an article in the New York Times
. The article was about a subject he knew well, and was grossly unfair, he said. The liberal bias was glaring. He rebutted the article point for point.
Then he said, “I sound like a Republican, don’t I?”
Sometimes, you don’t want to be a Republican. You don’t want to be a conservative. You want to be cool. But life forces you into it.
Reagan didn’t join the GOP until he was more than 50 years old. He said, “Leaving your party is like leaving your religion.” It almost killed his first U.N. ambassador, Jeane Kirkpatrick, to leave the Democrats and become a Republican. She made the switch in 1985, after her tenure at the U.N. She was almost 60. “I’d rather be a liberal,” she said.
Peter Collier has written a splendid new biography of Jeane K., Political Woman. I have reviewed it in the current NR.
I once heard a religious speaker say, “I didn’t want to study the Bible! I didn’t want to be religious! I was cool, you know?”
In Tuesday’s Impromptus, I talked about how some friends of mine and I would sit around and say, “If you could have dinner with three people, from all history, whom would you choose?”
A reader sent me his own list — a short list of three, then a longer list, a pool, so to speak. At the end of this longer list was “Elizabeth Montgomery — whoa, where did that come from?”
I know exactly where that came from. Maybe dinner with her alone would be preferable . . .
Couple of days ago, I landed in Houston, at the George Bush Intercontinental Airport. That would be Bush 41, of course. I’m glad something is named for him. Ought to be something bigger, though, I think.
I got to thinking what a good and impressive man he is. Yeah, the 1990 budget deal. Then I thought of the butt-smooching with Beijing, after the Tiananmen massacre.
Still: a magnificent man, the elder Bush — didn’t Prescott used to be the elder Bush? — and I’m glad to be in his town (his adoptive town).
Remember when people said that Houston really wasn’t his town, he just had a hotel room there, he would never go back to it?
My cab driver from the airport was from Guinea — and had lived in New York before Houston. He was strongly for Rudy Giuliani in the 2008 presidential race: because he saw that Giuliani had cleaned up — more like saved — New York.
The more I visit other cities, in various parts of the world, the more I appreciate the Giuliani-ized New York. A Garden of Eden. But it can all be reversed, and rapidly.
Tonight, I will be at the Brazos Bookstore, 7 p.m. Will be talkin’ Nobel, and maybe some Mitt vs. O. If I don’t see you there, I’ll see you in this here column soon. Bye.
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