Remember when I said I didn’t find that Buckley endorsement of Obama to be all that thoughtful? Probably because it read this way to me:
I mean, my God, this woman is simply awful; the elided vowels, the beauty pageantry, the guns, the crude non-Episcopal protestantism, the embarrassing porchload of children with horrifying hillbilly names, the white after Labor Day. As fellow conservative commentator Andrew Sullivan quipped to me the other day outside a Martha’s Vineyard antique shop, it’s gratifying to know the Gipper isn’t alive to see what has become of his party.
Read the whole wonderfully hilarious thing at a blog named Iowahawk.
