The Other McCain

"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler

CPAC Emergency Tip-Jar Rattle

So, I had been procrastinating about preparations for CPAC, an event that I’ve been covering every year since 2006. It starts Wednesday, and today I went online to see about booking a hotel room and HOLY FREAKING CRAP! The Residence Inn where I usually stay is sold out, and the hotels nearest the event are […]

$300 by 5 p.m.

There’s good news and bad news. The good news is, my wife and I went to get our taxes done Thursday, and we’ll be getting a refund next week. The bad news is, the cable bill is $300 and I’ve got to have that paid by 5 p.m. today or I won’t have Internet access. […]

The Return of the Big Yellow Button

  In October, fearing that perhaps some of our readers were nearsighted, I decided to create an enlargement of the PayPal “donate” button, and was gratified by the response. Mrs. McCain has spent the past three weeks in a swing state with palm trees, helping care for our oldest daughter and her newborn son — […]

There Is No Substitute for Victory

  My Army son got an eight-point buck (click on the photo to see full-size) Sunday morning in the Georgia hills, yet this was small consolation for Saturday night’s tragedy, of which it is still too painful for me to speak. I spent most of Sunday working on a column for The American Spectator, and […]

About That Yellow Button …

There are good days and bad days in the life of a blogger, and some days are more productive than others. I’m happy to note that the month of October has been our most productive since August 2018, as measured by total number of posts per month, and overall traffic has also increased, thanks in […]

Dead Men Tell No Tales

  GAINESVILLE, GEORGIA News of Jeffrey Epstein’s “suicide” reached me Saturday morning in the parking lot of a Hardee’s in South Carolina. After driving all night, I’d stopped in for some breakfast, then took a brief nap in the car before resuming my journey. When I woke up, I called my brother Kirby to check […]

Reading for the Road: I Was Born in the Backseat of a Greyhound Bus

No, not me personally — I was born at Georgia Baptist Hospital (since renamed Atlanta Medical Center) off Boulevard downtown — but the lyrics of an old Allman Brothers tune came to mind: My father was a gambler down in Georgia. He wound up on the wrong end of a gun. And I was born […]


It’s 715 miles to LaGrange, Georgia. Saturday afternoon, they’re having the memorial service for my Uncle Casper, a combat veteran of Vietnam who married my mother’s baby sister Barbara. I’ve reserved a rental car ($211.17) for this road trip, and will leave this afternoon heading “south to see my kin.” You can figure the cost […]

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