There used to be a show on NPR called “Left, Right and Center,” which would have been more appropriately titled “Left, Left and a Pocket Bitch.” The average exchange went something like this:
Left: “Bush is Hitler.”
Left: “No, Bush is more like Mussolini.”
Pocket Bitch: “Well, you see, Bush is Hitler, but you shouldn’t say that if you want to beat him.”
Kevin Williamson thought that he had won the coveted Pocket Bitch position with The Atlantic, but alas, Kevin forgot that it is the current year and hyperbole is just too difficult a concept for the pinheads who read The Atlantic. It’s a shame in a way, because there’s no better Pocket Bitch than Kevin Williamson:
The white middle class may like the idea of Trump as a giant pulsing humanoid middle finger held up in the face of the Cathedral, they may sing hymns to Trump the destroyer and whisper darkly about “globalists” and — odious, stupid term — “the Establishment,” but nobody did this to them. They failed themselves.
The truth about these dysfunctional, downscale communities is that they deserve to die. Economically, they are negative assets. Morally, they are indefensible.
People like Kevin Williamson (and Ben Shapiro, and Hugh Hewitt, and Bill Kristol) made a bet that a) Trump would be squashed by Hillary Clinton and b) that once that happened, we plebes would be forced to listen to their wisdom in the future. Having been wrong in their predictions, they are now forced into courting left wing tastemakers like Jeffrey Goldberg.
Sure, on principle it’s terrible that The Atlantic fired him after only a week, especially when his views have been publicly blah blah blah and when we all know that the left blah blah blah. Look, if you want to write for a liberal magazine and go to liberal cocktail parties, you had better make sure that you have never said or written anything remotely interesting.
Sorry Kevin. You might have to downsize to one of those towns you can’t stand.