As long as we’re talking about David Frum, there was a back-and-forth today between Frum and some idiot named Tunku Varadarajan who writes for the Daily Beast and thinks Peggy Noonan is the best columnist in the country. Essentially, Tunku thinks Frum is sucking up to “liberal elites” by criticizing tea partiers:
David is a man I’ve known professionally for almost a decade, and with whom my social interaction has always been very genial. He is a good and energetic man, and has, in the years since he left service at the White House, dedicated himself to being what I call a “polite-company conservative” (or PCC), much like David Brooks and Sam Tanenhaus at the New York Times (where the precocious Ross Douthat is shaping up to be a baby version of the species). A PCC is a conservative who yearns for the goodwill of the liberal elite in the media and in the Beltway—who wishes, always, to have their ear, to be at their dinner parties, to be comforted by a sense that liberal interlocutors believe that they are not like other conservatives, with their intolerance and boorishness, their shrillness and their talk radio. The PCC, in fact, distinguishes himself from other conservatives not so much ideologically—though there is an element of that—as aesthetically.
There’s something very rich indeed about a regular contributor to the Daily Beast accusing others of spending too much time at dinner parties. As I understand it, the Beast is supposed to be an on-line version of Ben Bradlee’s living room. Or is that just what it ends up sounding like most of the time?