Wednesday, February 27, 2008

William F. Buckley is dead...

never has one so witty and so erudite and so quotable been so utterly and preposterously wrong about the issues for well over fifty years.

But what the hell, he was never anything but a friend to John Kenneth Galbraith and those Black Oakes spy novels were pretty good all told. It is no small achievement to write a good spy novel a more daunting genre can't be imagined.

It seems naught but ironic to note that Buckley dies as conservative civilization, the very incubus he helpled sire back in the days of "Leave It to Beaver" now shuffles towards it's own personal gotterdammerung.

Maybe it is better this way, I'm told the old man never got over his wife's death last year.
Rest in peace Bill...say hi to Professor Viereck for us willya?

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