Today is

   "A word to the wise ain't necessary --  
          it's the stupid ones that need the advice."
					-Bill Cosby

Thursday, March 30, 2006


On the morning of the 26th, the day after Violeta Chamorro's victory over Danny Ortega, I walked into the Inter-Continental hotel in Managua and Bianca Jagger was sitting alone in the lobby. Bianca had been ubiquitous during the election campaign: There was Bianca looking smart in an unconstructed linen jacket and yellow socks to match, Bianca looking serious with press pass and camera, Bianca looking thoughtful listening to Jimmy Carter, Bianca looking concerned conferring with Senator Christopher Dodd, Bianca looking committed in simple tennis shoes and neatly mussed hair, Bianca looking important wearing sunglasses after dark. But this morning Bianca looked . . . her age. Here we had a not very bright, fortyish, discarded rock star wife, trapped in the lonely hell of the formerly cute -- one bummed-out show-biz lefty.

I was feeling great myself, ready to turn somersaults over the Ortega defeat, full of good cheer, and pleased with all the world. But then the forlorn, sagging little shape of Bianca caught my eye and, all of a sudden, I felt EVEN BETTER.

P. J. O'Rourke, "The Return of the Death of Communism: Nicaragua, February 1990," in Give War a Chance


Blogger Conservative in Virginia said...

Ah, nothing like a little schadenfreude to start the day off right.

March 30, 2006 10:17 AM  
Blogger Kate Marie said...

It's sweet, isn't it?

March 30, 2006 10:28 AM  
Blogger stewdog said...

I'm so excited that you are enjoying PJ. I knew that story would bring a tear of joy. Now. . let me know when you finish Ship Of Fools,

March 30, 2006 1:39 PM  

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