His fealty to a Party which does not exist, and has not existed in anything like the form his work of fiction would indicate during most of his adult life.
Read it here if you want: Why I am a Republican.
Like any addict, to stay on the junk, people like Frum need to make up crazier and crazier reasons why life on the spike is better than life off the spike, even as they puke blood and bounce off the walls trying to shake off invisible insects.
Like any addict, at each iteration, the junkie's reasons become ever more grandiose and detached from reality, while the traits of imaginary enemies become ever more lurid and phantasmagorical.
And sadly, in the end, however many intervals of temporary, dry-heaving sobriety he may white-knuckle his way through, Mr. Frum will always come crawling back to the junk.
Because other than pushing Republican product, what else does he have?
Fundraiser is on and the dough goes here!
1 comment:
The fucker won't allow me to join his little coven so I could leave a comment.
Quit breathing my polluted air you ignorant sonofabitch would have fit just nicely in his little comment box though.
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