Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Don't Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out

David Frum, a giant boil on the ass of the American body politic, has been sent packing from National Review. Of course the parting is “amicable” says the Frumster, who follows Chris Buckley out the door. It’s like Kristallnacht over at NR with frauleine Lopez and commissar Lowry wielding a might axe (assuming Lowry can pick it up) and putting together an oversized enemies list, if I’m not mixing a wide ranging array of political metaphors.

Frum was purged for second guessing the selection of Sarah Palin for VP. I also saw him whining on CSPAN recently about the GOPs inability to corral the yuppie vote. Frum’s suggestion to get votes of Upper Westsiders in the GOP column is to forget about abortion, learn to love gay marriage, and cease talking about taxes. Obviously Mr. “Axis of Evil” has no problem with belligerent militarism given his worshipful paean to George Bush, not to mention another screed with the noxious neocon Richard Perle. And yet it is the buffoonery of Bush’s invade-the-world arrogance that has turned off educated voters and the electorate generally.

It is interesting that Frum’s crime was his modest critique of the vacuous Palin. Back in 2003 Frum attempted to purge the paleocons by accusing them of anti-semitism and conspiracy mongering. Among the targets were Tom Fleming, Sam Francis, Lew Rockwell, Pat Buchanan and even Bob Novak. Yet nary a peep was uttered by Trotskyites cross-dressing as conservatives. Slander has always been a weapon of choice for the neocon set.

In his 1994 book, “Dead Right” Frum even tried tag Fleming, Francis, Buchanan and even Murray Rothbard as statists!

So what does this about the once venerable National Review? Who cares. I picked up my first issue of NR as a college freshman in search of an essay by Ernest Van Den Haag. I was immediately transfixed by the writing of John O’Sullivan, Joe Sobran and, yes, Bill Buckley. I subscribed to NR for a decade. Things took a turn in the late 1990’s when O’Sullivan and Peter Brimelow were purged. Writers like Steve Sailer were no longer welcome, either. O’Sullivan was replaced by Rich Lowry, a man who has never written a memorable word. Joe Sobran was thrown under the bus along with Pat Buchanan. The straw that broke the camel's back was the trashing of Buchanan leading up the 2000 election. Buchanan, a giant in contemporary life, was slandered on all sides by a collection of pygmies.

So lets celebrate the end of Frum's run at NR, though don't hold your breath that he'll go back to Canada. But we can hope that his influence is diminished. And while we're at it, lets mutter an imprecatory Psalm directed toward those purveyors of Buckleyism at National Review.


Blogger Eric Schansberg said...

"a giant boil on the ass..."?!

wow...tell us how you really feel! ;-)

1:28 AM  
Blogger Darrell said...

Perhaps that was a moment of inappropriate pique on my part. Frum is a gifted writer but had typically wielded his pen against those I think are fighting the good fight, both among paleocons and the libertarian faction that might be more up your ally.

4:36 PM  

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