At breakfast here on Sullivan's Island, my wife commented: "I guess we missed two really big events last night: The Golden Globe Awards and Trump's CPAC speech." I feel just awful about it. We probably should have postponed the Latin Mass and dinner with friends to witness two exercises in media vulgarity. Although it's been at at least a decade since I've gone to see a new movie, the Golden Globes were probably only slightly less depressing than a CPAC meeting. When wealthy friends used to attend these things and tell me about them, I always heard, ringing in my ears, Eli Wallach's line in The Magnificent Seven: If God didn't want them sheared, why did he make them sheep?"