At Sadly, No!, Clif has the sorry job of responding to Jonah Goldberg’s latest load of crap.
Okay, so Jonah, a contributing editor of National Review, fer chrissakes, is throwing an accusation of racism against progressives and the left. That doesn’t just take the cake, it takes the fucking cake platter, the table under the cake platter, the whole fucking dining room, the house too, and the block on which the house is located, and the city, state, nation, planet, galaxy and universe. At it’s inception, the whole point of the National Review, the magazine that pays for Jonah’s triple bacon cheeseburgers, was the virulent racism of William F. Buckley and his cohorts, all of whom spilled truckloads of ink over the virtues of segregation.
If you don’t believe me, let’s take on instructive trip down memory lane and read stuff that was printed in the National Review in its halcyon days. Here’s what NR had to say about the Birmingham church bombings after they occurred:
The white triumphalism on display in the Review‘s archives is nauseating to read today, and I’ll leave it up to readers to click through rather than post it here. These are the guys who carried the banner for American conservatism. When racist Democrats quit the party over civil rights and became the Republican South the Review welcomed them with open arms.
Or read Dave Niewert. For a guy who cannot or will not take his own argument seriously Jonah sheds astonishing amounts of ink and tears lamenting why nobody else will.
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