The Other McCain

"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler

‘We Were Somewhere Around Barstow on the Edge of the Desert When the Trump Derangement Syndrome Began to Take Hold …’

Posted on | July 26, 2022 | No Comments

Look, if Ed Driscoll wants to play the literary allusion sweepstakes, I’ll see his Allen Ginsberg and raise him a Hunter S. Thompson. But the important point, really, is not about trying to win a silly game of Internet one-upsmanship, but rather that Bill Kristol has become a pathetic joke — a caricature of a parody of a satire of a stereotype. Remember how the anti-Trumpers were supposed to be “the adults in the room,” who resisted the allegedly immature appeal of the celebrity candidate? Trump supporters were just not serious people, you see, whereas Bill Kristol & Co. were devoted to principles of responsible statesmanship.

Fast-forward seven short years, and Bill’s gushing about some pop star like a silly teenager fangirling for Harry Styles. And we learn that not only is Bill on the Democratic Party’s fundraising email list, but he actually reads whatever dreck they spam out to their liberal donor base. He has not only abandoned whatever Conservative Principles™ led him into the anti-Trump camp, but Kristol has lost all sense of personal dignity.

My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. “What the hell are you yelling about?” he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. “Never mind,” I said. “It’s your turn to drive.” I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough. . . .

“There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge.”