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Tuesday, October 14, 2021

When Christopher Buckley — son of the late conservative titan William F. Buckley Jr. — effectively repudiated his familial legacy by endorsing Barack Obama, you’d figure there’d be fallout.

And here it is: According to Buckley the Younger, he’s been fired from his columnist gig at The National Review, the very magazine his father founded as the voice of the modern American conservative movement.

So, I have been effectively fatwahed (is that how you spell it?) by the conservative movement, and the magazine that my father founded must now distance itself from me. But then, conservatives have always had a bit of trouble with the concept of diversity. The GOP likes to say it’s a big-tent. Looks more like a yurt to me.

And if you’re curious as to what a “yurt” is: Apparently it’s a central Asiatic hut. Personally, I wouldn’t mind being kicked out of one of those.

Such breaks never occur cleanly. Indeed, the Review disputes the circumstances of Buckley’s departure, making for an overall dysfunctional situation.

But ultimately, that’s all beside the point. The perception is the thing when it comes to political royalty, and the Buckley name is what matters in this dust-up. When the son of conservatism’s patron intellectual saint crosses over to the Dark Side, the symbolism is apparent. The equivalent would be a Roosevelt descendant joining The John Birch Society.

I don’t know if you can consider this event to be the official start for conservative soul-searching in America. Let’s wait until, oh, Novemberish for that.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 10/14/2008 09:34:46 PM
Category: Politics, Publishing
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My nerd moment of the day: I discover the Missouri State Quarter in my loose change, thus adding it to my running collection of all 50 two-bit pieces.

Somehow, the Show Me State’s piece of eight had eluded me, despite being in circulation for the past five years. Not that I was looking for it, nor any of the other special 25-cent pieces, all that hard.

Still, my lacking that Missouri, in particular, provided me with some level of amusement, because it brought to my mind a funny one-liner from “The Simpsons” episode “Homer Badman” (one of my all-time favorite episodes, in fact):

Marge: There are only 49 stars on that flag.
Grampa: I’ll be deep in the cold cold ground before I recognize Missour-ah!

Stay strong in your stance, Abe Simpson! Even if the hoi polloi don’t get it.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 10/14/2008 08:39:21 PM
Category: Comedy, Pop Culture, TV
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