The Revenge of Derbyshire
A retrospective from the outlying political wilderness — where in my estimation is home these days to many of the cool cats unafraid of PC police intimidation or decorous poseurs playing the role of “conservative” in an Ionesco play about politics. But then, I’m biased, having been out here for a while myself, at once bemused and saddened by what has become a surreal form of supposedly adversarial politics.
As Blake noted in his email tip, My Derbyshire has a bit of the old OUTLAW in him.
– Which trait predictably these days leads to shunning, should the unsanctioned sentiments expressed be truly transgressive and resistant to the raging anti-intellectualism posing as sophistication that defines our public debate — and not just the showy, almost perfunctory temporary outrage from pragmatic GOP opinion leaders followed almost dutifully by a return to the status quo, where they agree to play the left’s game by the left’s rules, and as a consequence, lose more slowly, willfully.
I could have told him that had he bothered to ask. But then, it’s like Road Warrior country out here, and we don’t stop to talk to a lot of strangers.