There's Nothing More Hilariously Dumb In These United States Than National Review

None of these soft-headed weirdos have been the same the naked boys-only swimming with William F. Buckley ended.  Now they're just fatuous boot-licking creeps without any joy of naked time with their idiot king.  If the whole lot of 'em mushed together could flicker a half-watt bulb, they'd probably be mortified at their state, but as they are now, they just wallow in their flaccid ignorance and shabby bigotry.  Sad.  Thanks, Buckley.