President of the united states is a coveted job, at least among a certain type of power-crazed geriatric man. America’s founders nearly made the office more exalted still. John Adams, the first vice-president, thought the president should be known as His Elective Majesty or His Mightiness. The Senate endorsed another form of address: His Highness, the President of the United States and Protector of their Liberties. But the House of Representatives rejected grand titles, and George Washington went along with it to dispel claims that he had monarchical ambitions. The accusations flew anyway, and have been repeated whenever one party dislikes what the president is up to, which is to say most of the time.
“People who drink a little don’t die sooner than people who never drank, study shows.
The findings suggest that the average man can drink up to about three drinks a day and expect to live as long as nondrinkers. Women might want to stop at about two drinks, the research suggested.”
Rupert Murdoch has made it into my blog because he is one of the strongest believers in the institution of marriage that I know (See my previous entry on Murdoch marriage adventures. Not long after his divorce from Mick Jagger’s old flame Jerry Hall, he got himself a new wife at age 92. Here are the details which he shared with one of the newspapers he owns and then a report from the NY Times.
Rupert Murdoch. Professionally, the parent of Earth’s media. Personally, the creator of new news himself. Celebrating March, his Nativity month, a new scoop is Mr. Murdoch’s getting married — again.
But first, before anything, we discuss the important stuff. Like his bride-to-be’s Asscher-cut diamond solitaire which the almost groom personally selected. He says: “I’m one-fourth Irish.” He presented the ring to her on St. Pat’s Day in our very own NYC.
He says: “I was very nervous. I dreaded falling in love — but I knew this would be my last. It better be. I’m happy.”