RIP George

George, if you're reading this and you haven't heard, you're dead. You didn't pass away.



The really funny bit comes in at 5:55 in this clip.

And then, with possibly one of the funniest bits ever:



...wait I gotta go out and get some more stuff.

The New Yorker: The Fall of Conservatism

The Fall of Conservatism

The era of American politics that has been dying before our eyes was born in 1966. That January, a twenty-seven-year-old editorial writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat named Patrick Buchanan went to work for Richard Nixon, who was just beginning the most improbable political comeback in American history. Having served as Vice-President in the Eisenhower Administration, Nixon had lost the Presidency by a whisker to John F. Kennedy, in 1960, and had been humiliated in a 1962 bid for the California governorship. But he saw that he could propel himself back to power on the strength of a new feeling among Americans who, appalled by the chaos of the cities, the moral heedlessness of the young, and the insults to national pride in Vietnam, were ready to blame it all on the liberalism of President Lyndon B. Johnson. Right-wing populism was bubbling up from below; it needed to be guided by a leader who understood its resentments because he felt them, too.

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Wow. Quite a telling story, especially for those of us who are a little light on the details of how we got into this.