Fort Worth, Texas
To the best state in the Union for the annual John Randolph Club meeting of true conservatives, hip, hip. No posturing peacocks spouting gibberish learned at university diversity courses here, but witty, juicy, intelligent criticisms of today’s cultural sewer, and the part liberals and the enemies of Christendom have played in destroying our society. ‘I disagree with everything you have been saying and doing, you atheists, liberals, diversity freaks and multiculturalists, and I will fight to the death against your right to say it and do it,’ was the common thread which united us few, us happy few, us drunken few by the time the three-day conference was over.
The even better news was Miss Teresa Mull, a blonde 22-year-old Texan beauty who approached me with her two brothers after I had finished moderating the last debate and challenged me to take her to a nightclub. The bad news is that her two brothers are tall, young, very good-looking, and one of them does MMA, which means mixed martial arts, which really means no-holds-barred fighting to the finish. So I took all three, along with Captain Chris Myers and Major Mike of the United States Marines, and made a night of it. Yes, I plan to see Miss Teresa again when she comes to New York, and why not? I’m only 53 years older than she is. So what? And another thing. The days and sleepless nights I spent pining for the deputy editor of the Speccie are over and done with. Finished. Gone. Kaput.
The theme of the conference was Christendom and her enemies, and I was the opening speaker on Friday evening, fresh off the aeroplane and full of venom as never before.
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