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Sucker Of The Summer 2015: George Will

Not terribly long ago I was at a libertarian gathering, and I saw a young man proudly wearing a huge League of the South pin. A nice guy, so later I did some Googling and found a real winner of a photo:

And indeed, Senator Graham’s stance on immigration is well worth protesting, being about on par with that Jeb Bush—their positions on war are equally confusable too, and given how dysgenic contemporary conflict is, I dare say you could call it part of the replacement process.

However, a Republican politician is not worth writing about—but a revered pundit who endorses the former for president is, which brings us to George Will.

Will out of nowhere published a little while ago calling for a President Graham. In fact, the title of the piece reads, “Is America ready for President Graham?,” because President Graham is obviously a good idea, but those outside the Beltway might not be educated or cultured enough to appreciate it. Keeping in theme with the condescending title, the first paragraph notes that Graham was first elected congressman in a district that, “had not elected a Republican since Union guns made it do so during Reconstruction.”

Time to bring back Reconstruction (through someone as lame as Graham?) and make those Southerners understand what democracy is all about!

This alone was enough to set me writing a new “Sucker of the Summer” piece—since even after all of Will’s insufferable moderation, the Left still managed to get his column pulled from newspapers for, apparently, supporting rape. It’s enough to remind you of Tim Stanley, no?

Wilmot Robertson — who has been dead today for ten years — beat me to the punch. His spectacular old monthly, Instauration, featured a “Majority Renegade of Year” award that George Will deservedly won a generation ago.

A few notes before you read on: yes, Wilmot is obnoxiously and totally Jew-obsessed, but for the record, rub on Strauss is honed enough to please any Paul Gottfried fan; the most outlandish claims will raise some eyebrows, but most all of them are confirmed by none other than The Washington Post; and finally, enjoy the writing style, one of the pleasures of the late Mr. Robertson’s writing is its incredibly way of inserting Ivy League vocabulary into muckraker one-liners. This leaves the reader to delight in sentences like:

– For this piece of chicanery she had to recompense the U.S. Treasury with a check for $12,122.40.

– The only holocaust he has no interest in is Israel’s slow-burning hecatomb of Palestinians.

– Considering Will’s penchant for battlefield heroics, it is puzzling that in none of America’s recent bouts of warmongering has he been found in the front or even the rear lines.

Without further ado, here is Pandering Pundit George Will: Majority Renegade of the Year:

In the last three decades the U.S. has been engaged in several wars, warlets, forays and other forms of military intervention ­ and George Will has been beating the drums for most of them. Now that a desert conflict looms against Iraq, bellicose George is frantically scratching out reams of bristling hate propaganda with the help of his obscenely expensive Waterman Le Man 18-karat gold-tipped fountain pen. “Smash Saddam” runs through every Will paragraph like a bloody thread.

Considering Will’s penchant for battlefield heroics, it is puzzling that in none of America’s recent bouts of warmongering has he been found in the front or even the rear lines. In Vietnam, which might be described as his favorite war, though of draft age, he spent most of his time teaching in various colleges, one of them, curiously, the University of Toronto in the very same country that was the refuge of so many draft dodgers. What an incredible coincidence!

During other clashes of American arms, Will was living it up in a home in Chevy Chase, for which he paid $990,000 cash and where he hosted a series of “power dinners,” a few of which were attended by the Reagans (he took a particular fancy to Nan­cy). Nixon never enjoyed Will’s cuisine; the Republican columnist deserted his Republican standard bearer as Watergate cli­maxed. It is doubtful if Bush ever accepted any invitations, since Will once called him a “lap dog.”

It is not known if Mrs. Will, a $77,500-a-year assistant secretary of education, attended these functions. The couple split up a few years ago. At one time neighbors, according to the Washingtonian magazine (June 1987, p. 26), observed that George’s office furniture was stacked up on the lawn with the note, “Take it somewhere else, buster…” Mrs. Will embarrassed her estranged husband by keeping an assistant on the public payroll for four months after she had quit, even giving her a raise. For this piece of chicanery she had to recompense the U.S. Treasury with a check for $12,122.40.

Nowadays George spends a great deal of his time paling around with Washington and New York plutocratic mediacrats, especially multimillionairess Lally Weymouth, the daughter of Katharine Graham (née Meyer), the boss lady of the Washington Post and Newsweek. Pretty fast company for someone raised in a bleak midwestern college town! Will’s father, a socialist, was a philosophy professor at the University of Illinois.

Although down in the books of the intelligentsia as a conservative, George gets along remarkably well with the leading movers and mavens of the liberal-minority coalition, whom he rewards ever so often with titillating columns that descend to the lowest depths of columnist calumny. In one such he waxed indignant about Nazis throwing Jewish babies down wells in WWII. In his Newsweek column (Oct. 8, 1990), he called David Duke “a grade B 1950s crooner: Fabian does fascism…The bad seed of American politics.” Despite such guttersniping, which even William Safire might hesitate to write, Will is considered a deep­ thinker by the media. It helps to socialize with Lally.

George writes for Jews, gads about with Jews, takes money from Jews (Newsweek is hardly an Aryan enterprise), so George is consequently very protective of Jews. Indeed, he is a master of the art of stroking the “Our Crowd” crowd by deifying Israel and diabolizing its enemies. He knows that the first thing a modern conservative must do in order to escape any possible charge of fascism or anti-Semitism is to slander activists of his own race. So he makes a point of calling Duke an anti-Semite, while he himself sounds off viciously against Arabs, a form of racism which to him and his circle is considered commendable. A leading member of the school that deems it racist to go after Jews, he apparently thinks it high-minded to go after Germans and Arabs.

George learned to love Jews in his graduate years – he went to Oxford and has a Ph.D. from Princeton – when he became an acolyte of a weird Jewish mystagogue from Europe named Leo Strauss. A guru who burrowed into American academia in the guise of a political scientist, Strauss absorbed and regurgitated the arcane outpourings of medieval Jewish “philosophers,” stirred in a few ideas of the ancient Greeks and came up with an eggheaded ideological brew that Will swallowed in great gulps. George became intensely enamored with that part of Straussian lore that assumes all the great thinkers of the past wrote esoterically, that is, they concealed their real thoughts, which could only be un­derstood by reading between the lines.

Strauss probably inspired some of Will’s own esoterica – the wafer-thin conservative lamina that masks his half-honest, half­ dishonest liberalism, his quirky way of praising double loyalists, such as describing the war-crazy New Republic as “the nation’s most interesting and important journal,” such as joining 54 Jew­ish leaders in an anti-Catholic spiel against Cardinal O’Connor for saying a good word for the Palestinians. Will exulted over the atrocious film Shoah as “the noblest use to which cinema…has been put.” He was first against, then for capital punishment. He was and is for more taxes and bigger government, denounces abortion, affirmative action and forced busing, and strives mightily for civil rights and equalitarianism. He is horrified by Robert Graham’s Repository for Germinal Choice and by any genetic tampering of the human condition, although his eldest son has Down’s Syndrome, a birth defect that may someday be corrected by genetic engineering. Above all, Will is constantly on the look­ out for atrocities and holocausts, which are reported in his columns in lurid detail. The only holocaust he has no interest in is Israel’s slow-burning hecatomb of Palestinians. On his off hours, as his 1990 bestseller, Men At Work, attests, he is a baseball nut.

To put it plainly, George Will is the sort of pundit who holds up his writing finger to discover which way the racist winds are blowing, then writes not what he believes but what his paymasters want to hear. In these days he who feeds the prejudices of the prejudiced gets fat – quite fat – indeed more than a million dollars a year fat. In addition to his columns and his talking-head role on This Week With David Brinkley, he collects $12,000 to $15,000 per speech.

For playing this sordid, ideological shell game and in recognition of his great “accomplishments” in behalf of the Semitic real­politik, George Will has been chosen as Instauration’s Majority Renegade of the Year.

The original can be found here. Thanks to the mysterious Charles Martel Society for scanning it.

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