"The trouble with our times," Paul Valéry said, "is that the future is not what it used to be."
This glum aperçu has been much with me as we move into the home stretch of the 2006 mid-term elections and shimmy into the starting gates of the 2008 presidential campaign. With heavy heart, as a once-proud - indeed, staunch - Republican, I here admit, behind enemy lines, to the guilty hope that my party loses; on both occasions.
What have they done to my party? Where does one go to get it back?
One place comes to mind: the back benches. It's time for a time-out. Time to hand over this sorry enchilada to Hillary and Nancy Pelosi and Joe Biden and Charlie Rangel and Harry Reid, who has the gift of being able to induce sleep in 30 seconds. Or, with any luck, to Mark Warner or, what the heck, Al Gore. I'm not much into polar bears, but this heat wave has me thinking the man might be on to something.
My fellow Republicans, it is time, as Madison said in Federalist 76, to "Hand over the tiller of governance, that others may fuck things up for a change."
I doubt that the Dems can fuck things up in quite the same highly organized way the Repugs can, but let's give 'em a chance.
If you read the rest of Mr. Buckley's piece, you can almost hear his snooty Northeastern elite accent!
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