Beware of Conservatives Wanting to be Liked
David Brooks, has spun back and forth on President Obama so many times and so violently, he’s had to lie down with vertigo.
But he is the Rock of Gibraltar compared to Christopher Buckley.
Let me be the latest conservative/libertarian/whatever to leap onto the Barack Obama bandwagon. It’s a good thing my dear old mum and pup are no longer alive. They’d cut off my allowance.
Or would they? But let’s get that part out of the way. The only reason my vote would be of any interest to anyone is that my last name happens to be Buckley—a name I inherited. So in the event anyone notices or cares, the headline will be: “William F. Buckley’s Son Says He Is Pro-Obama.” I know, I know: It lacks the throw-weight of “Ron Reagan Jr. to Address Democratic Convention,” but it’ll have to do.
A year ago, I inspired the nation to have the audacity to hope that I would change the political culture in Washington. Now, a year later, it turns out I’m another hack politician—from Chicago, where, believe you me, we know a thing or two about hack politics.
I was going to set a new standard. Now I’m just a complicit bystander as Harry bribes, among others, a senator from Nebraska who wants his state to get a free pass on Medicare—in return for his vote on a health-care reform bill that would make the Founders weep, or throw up. Or both.
What a difference a year makes. But I’m pleased to report that before I came up here tonight, I was able to sign a contract with my publisher for a new book. I’m going to call it The Audacity of Oops.
Shouldn’t Buckley be the author of a book with that title? Especially when…
Tonight Mr. Obama proved—once again—that he hears the American music and can play it like a maestro. As well as Ronald Reagan. Both presidents had—have—have music in their souls. The other people in the room where I watched the speech were in tears by the end—the kind that stream down the face. I managed to hold those back. But I could not hold back my admiration at the performance, in particular of Mr. Obama’s deep humanity, as evinced by his profound, almost Lincolnesque humor. Oh dear, are tears streaming down my face, one way or the other?
He proved himself capable, too, of drama, as when he (figuratively) pointed a finger at the Supremes, sitting in their courtly robes directly in front of him, hands demurely folded, and accused them (in my opinion, unjustly, to say nothing of injudiciously) of allowing “foreign enemies” to influence our elections. I had been under the impression that it was called “free speech.” But never mind. It was an electrifying moment. Thank you, Mr. President.
An electrifying evening, all in all. Well done. And yes, God bless the United States of America.
Please.
Somebody hand me a barf bag.
I’m all for forgiving people when they’re wrong. As I’ve pointed out many times, I have a quarter-century of straight-line Democratic Party votes to atone for.
But don’t you kind of have to acknowledge that maybe you’re, I don’t know, full of s**t? Who could possibly take this clown seriously ever again?
What makes Rush and Sarah Palin so popular is that they don’t feel they have to apologize for espousing conservative beliefs. Same thing makes them so unpopular, of course. Maybe the likes of Buckley and Brooks get invited to more of Sally Quinn’s dinner parties, but Rush and Sarah (and I) know that we’d rather stay home with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s than have to work so hard to be liked.
