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Kathy Mattea performs at the State Fairgrounds in Nashville, Tenn., June 9, 1987. (Reuters)

In remarks on the Senate floor three weeks ago, Mitch McConnell, the GOP leader in that body, said,

I’ve spoken before about Hungary’s decade-long drift into the orbit of the West’s most determined adversaries. It’s an alarming trend. And nobody — certainly not the American conservatives who increasingly form a cult of personality around Prime Minister Viktor Orbán — can pretend not to see it.

I devote my column today to this matter: Hungary, Russia, China, Iran — and us. If interested, go here.

Yesterday’s Impromptus, I began with Ulysses S. Grant. Judging from my mail, he has a lot of admirers in our country. Which is heartening.

I also noted the death of Alex Salmond, the Scottish independence leader. I wrote,

I am a great lover of Britain, as it is. I was very pleased when Scottish independence was rejected in the 2014 referendum. But I know myself a little — and if I were Scottish, I bet I would be a nationalist. Insults from the English would make me so. At any rate, I understand the Scottish nationalists, though, from an ocean away, I oppose their cause.

A reader writes,

Practically speaking, I believe Scotland is much better off as a part of Great Britain. My Scottish grandmother, who admittedly married the son of an Englishman, was very much a Scot but also very British. And if you really study the history of Scotland and England, you’ll see a lot of intertwined back-and-forth relations, including the kings and queens.

Our reader takes bagpipe lessons. And he tells us the following story, courtesy of his instructor:

An English girl working in Glasgow met a handsome young man, an outstanding piper and teacher at the National Piping Centre. He has a very Scottish name, and he has red hair. They fell in love and planned to marry. When she told her English father back in London that she was engaged to a Scot, he asked his name. Upon hearing it, he replied, “Oh, great, and I suppose he has red hair and plays the bagpipes!”

The father told this story at the wedding, to laughter all around.

In that column yesterday, I said,

For years, I have thought of writing a book about missile defense — a political history, the political battle over missile defense, rather than a technological history (though there would be some of the technological, naturally). I wonder whether readers would be interested.

About five people wrote me to say that they would indeed be interested. So, that’s a start.

Last week, I did a podcast with Robert P. George and Cornel West. Introducing Professor George, I said that he grew up in West Virginia. I went on to say, “Not every West Virginian plays the banjo, but he does.”

A reader writes,

Jay,

Several years ago I went to a performance by Kathy Mattea, the country and bluegrass artist. At some point she switched from a guitar to a banjo, explaining that she had recently taken it up. She also said that her husband was annoyed by her banjo playing but that she told him, “You knew I was from West Virginia when you married me.”

Splendid. My thanks to one and all.

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