Thank you for stroking.
At this rate I’m going to have to open a thread on the Buckley family. Let’s see how it goes. News has spread everywhere today that Christopher Buckley, son of the late William F., recently endorsed Barack Obama for president. In short order–so furiously did the reactionaries react–Buckley felt obliged to resign from National Review, the magazine his father founded half a century ago. He notes that his offer to resign was accepted “rather briskly” by National Review editor Rich Lowry. Go ahead: give Buckley his due for standing athwart the snarling posses of know-nothingism; just remember that it’s not going to make Thank You For Smoking any better. Let’s not lose our heads.
(Avoid the film as well.) Here’s Buckley’s endorsement, and here’s a later post by him on the ensuing kerfuffle, though since I’ve just told you everything you need to know, read them only if you’re a connoisseur of underbaked drollery. Or tepid foppishness. Here, meanwhile, is Lowry’s point of view. It is unremarkable–so skip it and instead enjoy his now infamous comments about Sarah Palin’s performance in the vice-presidential debate (italics are all mine, Jack!):
(Avoid the film as well.) Here’s Buckley’s endorsement, and here’s a later post by him on the ensuing kerfuffle, though since I’ve just told you everything you need to know, read them only if you’re a connoisseur of underbaked drollery. Or tepid foppishness. Here, meanwhile, is Lowry’s point of view. It is unremarkable–so skip it and instead enjoy his now infamous comments about Sarah Palin’s performance in the vice-presidential debate (italics are all mine, Jack!):
I’m sure I’m not the only male in America who, when Palin dropped her first wink, sat up a little straighter on the couch and said, “Hey, I think she just winked at me.” And her smile. By the end, when she clearly knew she was doing well, it was so sparkling it was almost mesmerizing. It sent little starbursts through the screen and ricocheting around the living rooms of America. This is a quality that can’t be learned; it’s either something you have or you don’t, and man, she’s got it.
Well it certainly seems, on a lonely night in October, that Rich Lowry had it, too–in the hand not holding the remote. And probably has had it many times since. Some things can be learned.
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