Several years ago, I attended a baseball discussion at Nationals Park. George F. Will, conservative columnist for the Washington Post, hosted it. After I answered three questions no one else could, Will called me a “smart cookie.”
In recent years, we’ve seen Mr. Will’s columns go off the deep end, but he returned with a glorious bit of sanity today.
“In every town large enough to have two traffic lights there is a bar at the back of which sits the local Donald Trump, nursing his fifth beer and innumerable delusions.”
Don’t fret, dear readers, he bounded off the ethereal plane of reality moments later with this nugget:
“They certainly are not tea partyers, those earnest, issue-oriented, book-club organizing activists who are passionate about policy. “
There was no satire in that sentence. But as any rational voter who has met a Tea Party hooligan will attest, they are not book readers. They are not issue oriented. And though they might be passionate about policy, they are not earnest enough to try to understand it. Neither Michele Bachman nor Rand Paul can, to paraphrase Charlie P. Pierce, can go five minutes into a discussion without making you question whether they understand the principles of a jack in the box.
Every day, The Southpaw finds a sentence that makes him think or laugh. It can come from a song, a poem, a book, a newspaper article. It’s a daily celebration of our odd – and yet beautiful – language.