Right Wing Morons 1: Jay Nordlinger
Yes, I admire Rumsfeld a lot. I think he’s absolutely the right man in the right job. I admire Condi Rice too, whom I’ve known for several years, and John Ashcroft, and many others. Even Colin Powell. There’s a lot that’s stand-up about him, even if he sometimes sets my teeth on edge.
But you know who is most admirable? The president himself. He has conducted himself magnificently in office – not just as a wartime leader, but all-around. Someone suggested to me that he’s as good as Reagan. I believe that, actually – and there’s no greater Reagan nut than I. Even Nancy.
— Jay Nordlinger, Editor, The National Review, on Bush, interview on conservative blog Enter Stage Right
Republicans have seldom shied from an embrace of manliness. The New York Times recently ran a report on the new Bush re-election headquarters. It explained that the offices display two large photos: one of President Bush “sweating and looking rugged in a T-shirt and cowboy hat”; another of Ronald Reagan “also looking rugged in a cowboy hat.” And all this was before Arnold Schwarzenegger decided to run for governor of California. Yup, that’s the Republican Party.
Of course, George W. Bush is famous for his “compassionate conservatism.” He is capable of great tenderness of expression, much of it related, no doubt, to his triumph over alcohol and his religious awakening. But Bush as hombre has been the dominant theme of his post-September 11 presidency.
Rich Lowry, editor of National Review, likes to tell a story about Mr. Bush out in Iowa, early in the 2000 presidential campaign. A group of Hell’s Angels rode into town, and Gov. Bush simply waded into them, hugging them, bonding with them, relishing them. —Nordlinger on Bush, in the Wall Sreet Journal
Am I alone in detecting a weird homo-erotic vibe going on here? Nordlinger is, of course, vehemently opposed to ‘Gay Rights’…hmmm.
He simply seeps into your bloodstream. Was there ever a better smile — a smile that lit up several counties around it? When you have been smiled at by Bill Buckley… You have been well and truly smiled at. And the Buckley voice… I must have drunk in thousands of hours of it, all over the world. Sometimes we listened to music together, played on the hi-fi (as Bill would call whatever the device was). We would not speak, or barely speak. Just listen, and sort of commune: with the music, with each other, and with higher things. Those wordless sessions were some of my most prized.
I’d go to Salzburg, and he — feeling somewhat left out — would say, “Say hello to music for me!” I confess — and this is egotistical — I loved being out with him. Out in public with him. You were the recipient of reflected glory. I’d take him to a restaurant, and the maitre d’ would be wide-eyed. He would never look at me the same way again. I loved taking walks with Bill, and took many of them, in various parts of the world — especially in Stamford. He would not necessarily like to talk about politics or policy or history or anything intellectual.
He liked to appreciate: “Isn’t the sky lovely?” “Isn’t that an interesting garden?” “Isn’t it amazing how squirrels scurry?” Once, we were in a Mexican restaurant (New York). As we were coming in, Mr. T. and his entourage were going out. Mr. B. and Mr. T. brushed up against each other. I thought, “Two American legends.”
I loved to hear him speak Spanish — especially in Spanish-speaking countries. He would sometimes say something in French to me, when he wanted to be conspiratorial. He was a big, tall man, and surprisingly strong — I mean, really strong. When he was old and feeble, I saw him lift a heavy table, sitting down — remarkable. His muscles strained. He may have spent much of his life on a seat, writing, but he was damn strong — physically strong. He was a man, not an angel. Actually, he was an angel: a man/angel.
— Nordlinger, on right-wing pseud and faux-patrician William F. Buckley
Isn’t this a lovely piece? Aren’t there an awful lot of words, often used correctly? Don’t you wish they’d just get a room? Isn’t it amazing how many right-wing thinkers are certifiable morons?
I give up…you can’t parody this stuff…