Not only did Clarence Thomas take the full brunt of cultural mire and withstand it, he did so by sheer dint of an almost Leonidas-like manhood. When Thomas rose to confront the assault, few had much memory of the virtue, so it was quite stunning when he did it, but as he makes the rounds on the chat shows to discuss his memoir My Grandfather’s Son it is no less startling now. However imposing, not to say elusive, a quality manhood always is, perhaps it rings more vivid still when the paragons don’t just hate it, but have lost the residue even to grasp what it is they hate.

It’s been a delightful summer for the paleocon contingent here in Greenwich Village “€“ which I am happy (and amazed) to report isn”€™t comprised solely of me “€“ for indeed, the honorable thrill of patriotism has resonantly captured the heart once again! Ron Paul’s the inspiration of course, and though there seems some small possibility he won”€™t actually win the White House “€“ unless Bush does go after Iran “€“ nonetheless when a window of this kind opens it seems best to ignore the elites just like they ignore us.