I’m confident that I can write about my life better than James Lileks can write about my life.  No doubt he can put me to shame writing anything else, except perhaps short poems using three random words—A skill I have developed a knack for. That and writing sentences  that I can put a preposition on the end of.    But no, it is my certainty that no one will come along and write about my life better than myself that encourages  me to continue doing it.    

Then there is Mark Steyn, whose latest piece is just like all his other pieces: brilliant in ways I never thought 'brilliant' could be assigned to.   He is to commentary what Townes Van Zandt is to song.   God forbid he ever decides to write about me, I will have lost my only refuge.

Um. My point is that you should go read more Steyn and Lileks, a suggestion I am inclined to make everyday, but am reluctant to lest I become redundant. 

Mark does have a weakness though, one which he freely admits it:  The pun.      Look how long it took him to set up his latest.

Any large gathering of world leaders is a waste of time, especially if there’s any kind of permanent secretariat or bureaucracy involved. Mr Bush will be polite at Gleneagles, but it’s no coincidence that his closest relationship is with a man he hardly ever meets in person, and never at the big talking-shops — John Howard of Australia, who doesn’t get to go to the G8 or Nato or the EU and yet works more effectively with America than Canada or any of the so-called ‘major European allies’ like France and Germany. Summits are, so to speak, one huge bluff.