Magazine article The Spectator

Doves and Hawks

Magazine article The Spectator

Doves and Hawks

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High life

Last week in Gstaad was magical. The weather was perfect, the air fresh and clean, the mountains glistening in the background, the sounds of Mozart and Beethoven echoing in the valley below as the Yehudi Menuhin Festival went into its last week. You wouldn't know it watching the US Open - only rap would be appropriate in that hell-hole - but playing tennis with Beethoven is really inspiring. Not enough in my case, as I lost to a lesser player after running out of steam. Having gone to a fantastic party the night before might have had something to do with it. My friend John Sutine, Gstaad's resident wit and musical genius, gave the blast for his 50th birthday. A great Brazilian band had us hopping up and down until 6 a.m. (I was asked to make a speech by John's wife, but failed miserably in my duty as I had become speechless almost from the start.) Knowing that I was leaving Gstaad for the Big Bagel made the night bittersweet and nostalgic. It is a strange thing: the fewer years one has to look forward to, the better time one has. Remember how our summers lasted longer when we were young? When all men seemed to wear hats, and all women acted like ladies?

Oh well, there I go again, thinking about the unending summers of childhood, when I should be thinking of the launch of the American Conservative. We'll be in business in three weeks, with a press conference in DC announcing the Second Coming. I don't expect the hacks to be nice; after all, they're mostly trendy liberals and lefties, their mindset still mired in Watergate, and the glory days when two hacks and a ruthless editor brought down a president. (They tried like hell to look the other way when the Draft Dodger bullshitted his way to the White House; but he, of course, overdid things.)

But back to a good thing like the American Conservative. Last week I wrote that all sorts of types who have never worn the uniform and have never heard a shot fired in anger were pressing for war. I don't know if it's true, but I heard that when one of the most gung-ho of the warmongers was asked if he had fought in Vietnam he answered, `Of course not, I was exempt.' Exempt for what reason, he was asked. Because I was too scared to go, was his answer.

Mind you, present peaceniks such as the New York Times are heaping abuse on President Bush for political reasons. …

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