Some of the critics of this blog have pointed to the fact that I’m a devoted reader of National Review as evidence that, to some greater or lesser degree, I’m intellectually bankrupt and/or morally depraved.
Perhaps so. But if I were obliged to choose between keeping company with Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn and hanging out with Laughin’ Joe Biden, the choice would be an easy one for me.





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