Barrel Strength

The sad news of the death of 12-term Democrat congressman, Charlie Wilson, reached me yesterday. He organized the American funding of the Afghan resistance during the First Afghan War, the Soviet one, in the 1970s and 80s. The near incredible tale is related in Charlie Wilson’s War, a book I recommend highly. Ony in America.

Wilson got himself into more trouble, and out of it, in fashion reminiscent of a 19th century riverboat gambler.

I wish that, when the United States occasionally purges itself of Republican rule, as it must, that more Democrats of Charlie Wilson’s ilk could be found fighting America’s enemies effectively, in between shagging the beauties and snorting cocaine while drunk at the wheel. My kind of Democrat. What  P.J. O’Rourke would be if he had not  turned into an author and  conservative satirist.

The kind of guy who organizes National Handgun Week, where officers of the police have to certify you drunk be fore you are allowed on the firing line.

My kind of Democrat. Now where the hell is that Kalashnikov?