Where's Bill Buckley?
Not here, that's fer sure.
Teh Stoopid.
It hurts my brain.
Whatever happened to the reasonable American Conservative? I mean, say what you want about American Conservatives, but there were very few people of any ideological stripe who could sustain any level of B.S. under the withering glare of, say, Bill Buckley.
Buckley was a Conservative. But he was bloody sharp. He was also fair.
I remember 'Firing Line' as precocious 8-year-old. There was Pater Buckley, pen raised to mouth, listening patiently to his quarry. Then he would look down his nose at the interrlocuter, drawl out a patrician 'Hmmmm....but...' and proceed to eviscerate any idiot opposite. One may not have agreed with him, but he was hard to argue against.He took no quarter but rarely would he rub his conquest's nose in his own eviscera.
Now where are the arguments? Most of the goombahs showing up at 'Teabagger' Rallies share one thing (aside from skin pigment): They can't argue. All they can do is hold up cardboard festooned with laughable spelling and shout malformed opinions fed to them by Blofeld, Inc.
Even National Review has been scavenged by the parasitic and feral remnants of Bircher-ism that passes for American Conservatism these days. Well, we know what Bill Buckley would've thought about that:
"We cannot allow the emblem of irresponsibility to attach to the conservative banner."
No you can't. Repudiate Teh Stoopid. Fast.
