I read a significant portion of P. J. O’Rourke’s Parliament of Whores in several airports on a trip with several layovers. In one airport bar, I couldn’t hold back laughing out loud which led to a conversation with several people that also had read the book and couldn’t keep their laughter to themselves. That was just part of the experience of reading P. J. O’Rourke. From National Lampoon to Rolling Stone to the Atlantic to Car and Driver, any time his wit met a page, hilarity was soon to follow. Few writers have consistently entertained me over the years and I am going to miss him.
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