Jan 26, 2016 3:19 PM GMT
I knew I'd find something like this if I just looked for it.
Backstory: The National Review, a very respected, very conservative rag, published recently an issue featuring its stance on Trump
About which Trump tweeted:
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@realDonaldTrump The late, great, William F. Buckley would be ashamed of what had happened to his prize, the dying National Review!
Now I used to read and watch Buckley quite a bit, especially those fun debates with Gore Vidal.
So I was pretty sure that Trump thinking he could compliment Buckley in attempting to play him in death against his own magazine was fucked up. So I googled. Here's where this gets fun:
UNTITLED MAG FEATURE
By William F. Buckley Published March/April 2000
...But does the term demagogue*** fit in other circumstances? What about the aspirant who has a private vision to offer to the public and has the means, personal or contrived, to finance a campaign? In some cases, the vision isn't merely a program to be adopted. It is a program that includes the visionary's serving as President. Look for the narcissist. The most obvious target in today's lineup is, of course, Donald Trump.
(My reminder: This was written by Buckley 16 years ago)
When he looks at a glass, he is mesmerized by its reflection. If Donald Trump were shaped a little differently, he would compete for Miss America. But whatever the depths of self-enchantment, the demagogue has to say something. So what does Trump say? That he is a successful businessman and that that is what America needs in the Oval Office. There is some plausibility in this, though not much. The greatest deeds of American Presidents--midwifing the new republic; freeing the slaves; harnessing the energies and vision needed to win the Cold War--had little to do with a bottom line...
for the reference of anyone not familiar with the term:
a political leader who seeks support by appealing to popular desires and prejudices rather than by using rational argument.
(sound like anyone we know?)
Trump, dewd, were that "late, great" commentator alive today, he'd shred you.