Category Archive 'P.J.O’Rourke'
19 Feb 2016
Trump candidacy predicted by Gilbert Shelton in 1967.
P.J. (in 2016) sends a letter to Pat (in 1968) instructing him how to save America from the disaster looming in the former’s time.
You can get next to these people.
The awful Republican is named Don Trump. Heâ€™s a senior at Penn.
The awful Democrat is named Hillary (two lâ€™s) Rodham. Sheâ€™s a junior at Wellesleyâ€”exactly the same age as us.
Itâ€™s possible we know Hillary already. She went to Maine East High in Park Ridge outside Chicago, right up Harlem Avenue from Oak Park where we went to high school. She was in a Methodist Youth Group. We were in a Methodist Youth Group. We may have dated her. And erased the memory.
So I have a plan. Iâ€™ve enclosed money. (No, you didnâ€™t get rich. A buck is only worth 15 cents in 2016.)
This Don Trump is the easy part. Skip some classes. I seem to recall youâ€™re ahead of me on that part of the plan. But (I checked our transcript) your grades are shit this semester no matter what. Fly Youth Fare standby to Philadelphia.
Trump is the campus loud mouth New Yorker. You wonâ€™t have trouble finding him. Tell him youâ€™re part of a commune that wants to pay too much rent for a crappy place in a bad part of town.
Heâ€™ll be glad to have coffee or a mu tea or whatever with you. (Youâ€™ll have to pay.) Slip the STP in his java. Heâ€™ll freak. Heâ€™s on the verge anyway. The catâ€™s been a space case since birth. Skip town before he starts peaking.
Way to go!
I just checked the mental hospitals in New York. A â€œDonald Trump Jr.â€ has been an in-patient in the psychiatric ward at Bellevue since January 1968. Good karma, man.
Getting rid of Hillary Rodham is more complicated.
Read the whole thing.
18 Jun 2015
P.J. O’Rourke contemplates Donald Trump’s announcement of his candidacy for the presidency with warm approval.
I, personally, support his candidacy. â€œDemocracy,â€ said H. L. Mencken, â€œis the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard.â€ …
Many a candidate for president has fibbed on the subject of his or her economic circumstancesâ€”William Henry â€œborn in a log cabinâ€ Harrison and Hillary â€œdead brokeâ€ Clinton. But Trump will be the first candidate toâ€”like the American legend that he isâ€”tell tall tales about all the money heâ€™s got. Trump is a financial Paul Bunyan, Johnny Appleseed, and Davey Crockett rolled into one, according to Trump.
If Trumpâ€™s critics donâ€™t think this is typical of modern Americans, they havenâ€™t looked at our online dating profiles.
Also typical of modern Americans is Trumpâ€™s bad taste. True, he doesnâ€™t dress the way the rest of us doâ€”like a nine-year-old in twee T-shirt, bulbous shorts, boob shoes, and league-skunked sports team cap. And Trump doesnâ€™t weigh 300 pounds or have multiple piercings or visible ink. He puts his own individual stamp on gaucherie. And we like it. Weâ€™re a country that cherishes being individuals as much as we cherish being gauche.
Trumpâ€™s suits have a cut and sheen as if they came from the trunk sale of a visiting Bombay tailor staying in a cheap hotel in Trumpâ€™s native Queens and taking a nip between fittings. Trump wears neckties in Outer Borough colors. And, Donald, the end of your necktie belongs up around your belt buckle, not between your knees and your nuts. Trumpâ€™s haircut makes Kim Jong Un laugh.
Americans appreciate bad taste or America wouldnâ€™t look the way America does. And the way America looks is due, in no small part, to buildings Trump built.
Read the whole thing.
15 Dec 2014
They forced P.J. O’Rourke to write about “Girls” and Lena Dunham.
I had my 14-year-old daughter, Poppet, instruct me in how to watch an episode of Girls on my computer. (Turns out â€œcontentâ€ is not completely â€œfree.â€)
Two seconds into the opening credits I was trying to get my daughter out of the room by any means possible. â€œPoppet! Look in the yard! The puppyâ€™s on fire! Quick! Quick! Run outside and roll him in the snow!â€
It turns out Girls is a serialized horror movieâ€”more gruesome, frightening, grim, dark, and disturbing than anything thatâ€™s ever occurred to Stephen King.
I have two daughters, Poppet and her 17-year-old sister Muffin. â€œGirlsâ€ is about young people who are only a few years older than my daughters. These young people, portrayed as being representative of typical young people, reside in a dumpy, grubby, woeful part of New York called Brooklyn, where Ms. Dunham should put her clothes back on.
I lived in New York for fifteen years. No one had been to Brooklyn since the Dodgers left in 1957.
The young people in Girls are miserable, peevish, depressed, hate their bodies, themselves, their life, and each other. They occupy apartments with the size and charm of the janitorâ€™s closet, shared by The Abominable Roommate. They dress in clothing from the flophouse lost-and-found and are groomed with a hacksaw and gravel rake. They are tattooed all over with things that donâ€™t even look like things the way a anchor or a mermaid or a heart inscribed â€œMomâ€ does, and theyâ€™re only a few years older than my daughters.
The characters in Girls take drugs. They â€œhook upâ€ in a manner that makes the casual sex of the 1960s seem like an arranged marriage in Oman. And they drink and they vomit and they drink and they vomit and they drink and they vomit.
Itâ€™s every parentâ€™s nightmare. I had to have a lot to drink before I could get to sleep after watching this show about young people who are only a few years older than my daughters.
Read the whole thing.
26 Jan 2012
P.J. O’Rourke isn’t fooled. The American elites claim to represent the interests of the poor in order to credential their own class’s power grabs as a worthy cause, but their real attitude toward people who fail to perform satisfactorily in the meritocratic rat race is one of utter contempt and complete intolerance.
[P]oor people donâ€™t have a lot of pleasures. Sure, they have more sex than progressive elites. But somehow, for poor people, the sex always ends up in illegitimate children or HIV or some bum of a boyfriend instead of leading to, as it does for elites, a Reichian release of primordial cosmic energy or the wonderful self-fulfillment and midlife reawakening of a new divorce. And, yes, the poor have drugs and alcohol, but these bring them nothing but grief. Theyâ€™re not at all like the subtle and refined delights of a 300-bottle wine cellar or the therapeutic relief from Zoloft, Lexapro, Elavil, Ambien, Halcion, Xanax, beta blockers, Levitra, and Cialis.
And poor people do have a lot of troubles. Sometimes, when youâ€™ve got a crap job and are going to get laid off from it besides and your crack-head daughter has three kids by four fathers and your oldest son is on the front in Afghanistan and your youngest son canâ€™t decide which drug crew to join and the cable company has cut off service and somebodyâ€™s jimmying the twelfth lock on the sheet-metal door, youâ€™d like to sit down on your own damn chair in your own damn kitchen and have a smoke.
Well, forget it. The progressive elites are already charging you $7 for that pack of king-size filter tips, and pretty soon theyâ€™re going to add the price of eviction. Because they hate your guts.
The elites who denounce poverty despise the poor. Their every high-minded, right-thinking â€œpoverty programâ€ proves this detestationâ€”from the bulldozing of vibrant tenement communities to the drug law policing policies that send poor kids to prison and rich kids to rehab to the humiliation of food stamps and free school lunches to the loathsome inner-city public schools where those free lunches are slopped onto cafeteria trays.
Read the whole thing.
Hat tip to Victoria Ordin.
23 Oct 2010
Vote for them anyway, P.J. O’Rourke advises. The alternative is democrats, and they hate our guts.
Perhaps youâ€™re having a tiny last minute qualm about voting Republican. Take heart. And take the House and the Senate. Yes, there are a few flakes of dander in the fair tresses of the GOPâ€™s crowning gloryâ€”an isolated isolationist or two, a hint of gold buggery, and Christine Oâ€™Donnell announcing that sheâ€™s not a witch. (I ask you, has Hillary Clinton ever cleared this up?) Fret not over Republican peccadilloes such as the Tea Party finding the single, solitary person in Nevada who couldnâ€™t poll ten to one against Harry Reid. Better to have a few cockeyed mutts running the dog pound than Michael Vick.
I take it back. Using the metaphor of Michael Vick for the Democratic party leadership implies they are people with a capacity for moral redemption who want to call good plays on the legislative gridiron. They arenâ€™t. They donâ€™t. The reason is simple. They hate our guts.
They donâ€™t just hate our Republican, conservative, libertarian, strict constructionist, family values guts. They hate everybodyâ€™s guts. And they hate everybody who has any.
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