Alright, this shit is fucking hysterical.
I feel you, National Review. Impending (current?) irrelevance must be a bitter pill to swallow. Still and all — this is your assembly? These are the goddamn clowns you cite to make your case?
I’m hard-pressed to find a single name listed above that hasn’t actively contributed to the atmosphere that has allowed the Trump campaign to flourish. I’d maybe exempt Ed Meese from this judgment, but...well...fuck that guy.
Ah, Bill Buckley. What must you think of your creation now? (Never mind. I scarcely care what you think. Fuck you too.)
Sowing, reaping, et cetera.