Williamson is an adolescent who never grew up.
While he dreams of being the next Buckley or P.J. O'Rourke, Williamson wiles away the hours deliberating on which name next to call President Trump and his 62,979,879 supporters -- the most votes ever received by a Republican candidate for president.
To call the writings childish is to insult children, who by the nature of their youth lack both the education and experience to know not to call people names.
But by age 44, Williamson should know the limits of name-calling, no matter how much one's colleagues at the National Review encourage him. An insult can enhance a column, like a glass of wine enhances a meal.
This guy is the town drunk at National Review.
Here is from Williamson's coverage of President Trump announcing his entry into the presidential race:
Donald Trump, being Donald Trump, announced his candidacy at Trump Tower, making a weird grand entrance via escalator — going down, of course, the symbolism of which is lost on that witless ape. But who could witness that scene — the self-made man who started with nothing but a modest portfolio of 27,000 New York City properties acquired by his millionaire slumlord father, barely out of his latest bankruptcy and possibly headed for another one as the casino/jiggle-joint bearing his name sinks into the filthy mire of the one U.S. city that makes Las Vegas look respectable, a reality-television grotesque with his plastic-surgery-disaster wife, grunting like a baboon about our country’s “brand” and his own vast wealth — and not see the peerless sign of our times?Here is Williamson's description of President Trump's rural voters nine months later:
If you spend time in hardscrabble, white upstate New York, or eastern Kentucky, or my own native West Texas, and you take an honest look at the welfare dependency, the drug and alcohol addiction, the family anarchy—which is to say, the whelping of human children with all the respect and wisdom of a stray dog—you will come to an awful realization. It wasn’t Beijing. It wasn’t even Washington, as bad as Washington can be. It wasn’t immigrants from Mexico, excessive and problematic as our current immigration levels are. It wasn’t any of that.
Nothing happened to them. There wasn’t some awful disaster. There wasn’t a war or a famine or a plague or a foreign occupation. Even the economic changes of the past few decades do very little to explain the dysfunction and negligence — and the incomprehensible malice — of poor white America. So the gypsum business in Garbutt ain’t what it used to be. There is more to life in the 21st century than wallboard and cheap sentimentality about how the Man closed the factories down.
The truth about these dysfunctional, downscale communities is that they deserve to die. Economically, they are negative assets. Morally, they are indefensible. Forget all your cheap theatrical Bruce Springsteen crap. Forget your sanctimony about struggling Rust Belt factory towns and your conspiracy theories about the wily Orientals stealing our jobs. Forget your goddamned gypsum, and, if he has a problem with that, forget Ed Burke, too. The white American underclass is in thrall to a vicious, selfish culture whose main products are misery and used heroin needles. Donald Trump’s speeches make them feel good. So does OxyContin. What they need isn’t analgesics, literal or political. They need real opportunity, which means that they need real change, which means that they need U-Haul.That piece also implied they are Nazis.
And now nine months after throwing that piece of feces at Trump, Williamson threw this out:
My own view is that Donald and Ivanka and Uday and Qusay are genuinely bad human beings and that the American public has made a grave error in entrusting its highest office to this cast of American Psycho extras. That a major political party was captured by these cretins suggests that its members are not worthy of the blessings of this republic.Williamson is one of a roster of faux conservatives at the National Review who hijacked the Republican Party with their New World Order dogma installed in the Bush 41 regime.
Thankfully, this election marginalized them, shoving them to the corner alongside the John Birch Society and the 9/11 Truthers.
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