There are still Christian gentleman, of course, they just don't come to the attention of the low-AGL crowd that claim the bandwidth.
If you’d been to war as an 18-year-old pilot and seen death face-to-face; if you’d cradled your dying four-year-old daughter in your arms; drilled for oil in Texas; raised a family; been elected to the Congress; headed the Republican Party – during Watergate! – opened the first US liaison office in China; run the CIA; got yourself elected vice president of the United States…maybe you didn’t need to have your manhood validated by smartass magazine editors and the soft-faced thumb-suckers of the punditariat.
He was, to use a term that has suffered of late from desuetude, a Christian gentleman. Paradigmatically so. His love was total, unconditional. He embodied Shakespeare’s admonition that ‘Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.’ His soul was visible on his sleeve. And in his pocket there was always a handkerchief, usually damp.
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