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Bonfire of the Inanities
I’ll be the first to admit there are many things to loathe about 2016; actually I was probably the first to proclaim it at 12:00:01 AM in my timezone. I think my exact words were something to the order of “this year is overrated.” And it certainly seemed to be shaping up into one long, terrible year: I confidently predicted that the GOP would nominate Bush/Kasich in 2016 and lose terribly to Hillary because GOP voters embrace shallow thinking above all things: immigration is a minor concern, vanity candidates have no chance of winning, the voters pick the next guy in line, character counts.
But there has been one shining star in the dark fundament of bland: Donald Trump. If there’s one thing to love about the man it’s that he is, or plays on TV, the loudmouth New Yorker who takes nothing off nobody.
Now don’t tear into me yet: I’m not thrilled about him being the Republican nominee. I am absolutely delighted, however, that he seems to be headed to the lowest common denominator in the general election season. As a Texan I have a warm affection for his brand of New Yorker, much as I do the proud Frenchman. We’re all convinced we live at the epicenter of civilization, living somewhere else makes you inferior in some real but undefinable sense and anyone who says different is not just wrong but delusional. The only difference, of course, is that Texans are right and New Yorkers and the French are wrong, but I don’t hold that against them.
Justice Scalia’s funeral is scheduled for Saturday, but the man was hardly declared dead before conspiracy theories started circulating to the effect that he was assassinated. There’s no point in addressing specific claims because we’re still in the innuendo stage. But more importantly, any hint of a conspiracy collapses with the slightest application of skepticism.
The professional Left is having a good laugh about the conspiracy theories swirling
A few days ago, Ricochet’s John Yoo