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RIP Jesse Helms
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Jul. 5th, 2008 @ 10:08 am
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Another American icon passes on the 4th of July; few have been more Red, White and Blue than Jesse Helms.
Helms was unabashedly and uncompromisingly conservative. He meant what he said, said what he meant, acted on his beliefs and pandered to no one. By doing so he made a lot of political enemies and earned enormous respect. He also kept the conversation focused and gave others the courage to speak out.
I met the Senator on the floor of the 1980 Republican National Convention where we both served as delegates. Then a prime and fit 58, at his height and with his presence he could dominate a room. We were all on the Reagan team that year.
Still, there were voices in the party that didn't like letting go, the remnants of the old Liberal Establishment, then led by an unmistakably jealous and resentful former president Gerald R. Ford, and pushed along by a small but vocal group of delegates pledged to George H.W. Bush.
Senator Chuck Percy from Illinois was still around, a man of such short stature that he could literally disappear in Helms' presence, muttering about the "extremist" plank on abortion and a few other lost causes.
Like Rockefeller in 1960, Ford essentially put a price on "party unity". He initiated serious talks with the Reagan camp, seeking to put himself on the ticket as Vice President with a pre-arranged list of duties in various policy areas such that he would emerge for all practical purposes as a co-president.
Reagan said "Nyet."
Most of us delegates were frankly appalled by the whole thing. The overwhelming favorite on the floor was New York Congressman Jack Kemp, then a recognized leader of conservative causes in the House of Representatives. A sure sign that Kemp was being seriously considered came when he spoke on Tuesday. The security guards threw open the doors and hundreds of people joined our spontaneous twenty minute demonstration (I initiated a twenty foot banner saying "NY <Heart> Jack Kemp" and a sign in the balcony reading "ALL THE WAY WITH JFK" which a blue-haired mid-west Republican lady tried to rip down until finally being convinced that those were, in fact, Kemp's initials).
The demonstration was terrific and we were all pumped up. But Bush got to speak on Wednesday, the night of the nomination vote, the night they handed out the noise makers, so even though his support was much less, it sounded a lot stronger.
There was a whole lot of resentment to Bush in our camp, particularly from his mockery of Reagan during the campaign, especially the "voodoo economics" crack. We were firmly in control and wanted no compromise this time. The New York delegation consisted mostly of a bunch of rebels who had run against the established party candidates in support of Reagan (plus a few non-Reagan types like Jacob Javits). When the word came down that night from Reagan himself that he had decided on George Bush as his running mate, a hush went over a good part of the Joe Louis Arena (drowned out by the noisemakers, of course). I, the affable and self-restrained fellow that I am, actually found myself muttering to a vendor, "Be fruitful and multiply" (those may not have been my exact words) when he offered to sell me a Reagan/Bush button.
That night and all the next day we plotted our rebellion, a spontaneous nomination of Jack Kemp that would electrify the convention and roll over all wimpy opposition.
In retrospect, it was rather nuts, but hey, moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.
Alas, as the time came near, Kemp got wind of it and sent his people out with an unequivocal instruction: don't embarrass Kemp by placing his name in nomination or voting for him.
That left the rebellion in disarray. Only one name was placed in nomination.
But when the roll call of the states came around for Vice President, some of us had the smug satisfaction of watching our extremely liberal state chairman chokingly announce a fair number of New York votes for Senator Jesse Helms of North Carolina.
We then handed over our floor credentials to our alternates and joined our wives in the balcony to hear the acceptance speech of the next President of the United States Ronald Reagan.
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Well, Jesse never told us not to. Being the kind of guy he was, I've always imagined his eyes twinkled.
I care not what pundits and commentators and politicians say today. I appreciated and appreciate Jesse Helms for all that he did and believe him to have been a good, decent, wise and great American. We could use a few more like him.
Thanks, Mr. Almost-Vice-President.

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My Conservative Manifesto X
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Jun. 21st, 2008 @ 09:50 pm
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(Regular readers will recall that I am producing this series in no particular logical or chronological order).
In a way, I guess I grew up with the modern conservative movement. The year I was born, 1951, was the same year that William F. Buckley, Jr’s God and Man at Yale first took its lofty spot on Dad’s bookshelf, where it scrunched next to Whittaker Chambers’ Witness for many years, interrupted by the occasional lending of one or the other tome to some poor Stevenson liberal in need of an education. While I did not personally read the first issue of National Review in 1955, it certainly showed up on the family radar, and by the early 60's I found myself devouring every issue, from the time I was 12.
I wish I had a clearer idea of the roots of Dad’s political thought. While the Goings tended to be Republicans (his father’s cousin chaired our county committee for some twenty years), after my grandfather’s death when Dad was 11 he was raised exclusively by my Brooklyn Irish Catholic Democrat grandmother. Not only a Democrat, but a member of that party’s committee.
I suspect there existed a certain anti-Roosevelt streak in his formative years. Some of that may have been a residual Al Smith thing, Smith being, of course, the first major party nominee of the Roman Catholic faith. As FDR moved further and further left, Smith began to publicly disagree and eventually refused to support his reelection. I think Al Smith was one of Dad’s early political heroes, and though I never heard Gramma say a bad thing about FDR, I don’t recall her saying anything worshipful either, which looking back seems odd for a Democrat of that era.
Another, somewhat different, influence was the fiery radio priest Father Charles Coughlin. Coughlin certainly achieved the adjective “controversial”. With his forty million weekly listeners, Coughlin became a political force of difficult to define ideology. Again, I think it may have been an Irish Catholic thing with Dad (Coughlin had a tremendous following among Irish Catholics). Dad peddled Coughlin’s newsletter door to door. An early supporter of the New Deal, Coughlin marched away from FDR and supported Huey Long until his assassination. As far as I know, Dad never went that far, but I think it’s fair to say that Al Smith and Charles Coughlin helped innoculate him from the Democratic Party of Franklin Roosevelt. (I’m pretty sure that when Dad matured he looked back upon his Coughlin days as youthful silliness, but he did admire Coughlin to the end for one thing: when the Church told him to shut up, he obeyed and spent the next thirty-six years of his life refusing to utter a political thought and ministering to his parish).
The cause of Isolation appealed to Dad while still in high school, and it seems to me he once appeared in a debate in opposition to the Lend Lease program.
Obviously he had been thinking fairly deep thoughts from a young age, but, until the war, all of that was theoretical. The family has always been nothing if not patriotic, and his previous isolationism did not remotely stand in the way of enlisting in the Navy, even though he was probably draft proof as the only son of his widowed mother. Certainly few men came out of that war without their outlook on life changed.
Anti-communism was another Catholic thing, and I think Dad was strongly influenced in that regard from an early age, from the preaching of Francis Cardinal Spellman, perhaps, and almost certainly Msgr. (later Bishop) Fulton J. Sheen. By 1948 Dad was nearly fully college-educated, married and rooting for Tom Dewey for president. I never learned why, but he had a personal affinity for Dewey as a District Attorney, as a Governor, as a candidate for President.
Dad’s roots were simply not of the Coolidge or Taft variety, yet eventually he found himself in tune with them.
A major event of 1948 was the Chambers/Hiss case, and Dad followed every minute of it. He noticed Richard Nixon. He was convinced that the Truman administration was still riddled with communists, and Truman’s open support of Alger Hiss and denunciation of Chambers drew a line in the sand that guaranteed Dad would never again flirt with the party of his mother.
As a young father, a college graduate and a law student his political philosophy began to gel, and by 1952 he had become wary of the Eastern Establishment (there may have been some residual Coughlin anti-Wall Street fermenting there) and firmly supported Robert A. Taft, Mr.Conservative, and I think pretty much began to think of himself and even call himself a conservative.
And there had been General Douglas MacArthur, another of his heroes. Like the great majority of Americans at the time, he was outraged when President Truman fired MacArthur. Shortly before my birth, he and my mother trudged upstairs to the third floor tenant’s and watched the farewell speech to the Congress live (April 19, 1951) and that just got him fired up all the more.
The 1950's proved a bitter disappointment for conservatives, as the Eisenhower administration not only confirmed the New Deal, but expanded federal power into other areas: education, highways. The “you should vote for us because we can run the government better” approach had no appeal for the likes of Dad.
He liked Joe McCarthy. A lot. He was none too happy when Eisenhower exercised the full force of his organizational skills to end McCarthy. We bought our first television, a 19 inch black and white table top, just in time to watch the Army-McCarthy Hearings. (Sometime during his long dying, when I was finishing up my college education, he said to me, “Whatever you do, find out who promoted Peress.”). And if he liked McCarthy, he was enraptured by Roy Cohn, McCarthy's feisty young counsel, and the hearings also had a certain local flavor, because former McCarthy aide G. David Schine, who became a central figure in the controversy, hailed from nearby Gloversville, NY. Buckley and Bozell’s McCarthy and His Enemies soon joined the bookshelf.
Taft was dead, McCarthy was done and soon after died. Nixon was ok, but not his favorite guy and thoroughly boxed in by Eisenhower. For a while Dad adopted California Senator William Knowland as his idol, then watched in dismay as Knowland lost the governorship of California (he, too, was fed up with Washington) to Edmund “Pat” Brown in 1958.
Those were the wilderness years, the years I came of age politically.

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My Conservative Manifesto IX
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May. 29th, 2008 @ 08:01 am
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Continuing with my review of the roots and developments of modern conservative thought, which, as I warned you at the beginning, may jump around a bit until I'm done and reorganize all this stuff:
PHILOSOPHICAL GLEANINGS FROM THE UNMAKING OF A MAYOR (Copyright1966 William F. Buckley, Jr, [New York: The Viking Press ] pp 171-173)
A vital assumption of conservative thought is that a certain tidiness in economic arrangements is desirable, from several points of view. That tidiness contributes a knowledge of what it is that a community is up to, which knowledge is indispensable to realistic appraisals, in turn essential to informed judgments, in turn a prerequisite to en- lightened democracy. The maxim used to be: "There is no such thing as a free lunch." Professor Milton Friedman, a top libertarian theo- rist, has revised that maxim in deference to the sophisticated objection that any voluntary exchange (I give you my butter, you give me your shoes), presupposes an incremental mutual benefit which, in rigid philosophical terms, must be thought of as "free." He reached back to a far older maxim: "Always look a gift horse in the mouth." The meaning of which is that the "free" lunch one's children receive at school may be "free" in the highfalutin sense we have identified, but is not "free" in the sense most people believe it to be. Someone paid the dairy for the milk; and if the tax base is broad, as it most clearly is in the United States, that person is more likely than not, the eco- nomic razzle-dazzle having been unscrambled, you-know-who.
It is, then, a matter of importance to know the net economic mean- ing of what we do because a knowledge of the truth is important. Secondly, it is important to know what is the economic truth in order to observe the canons of equity. The presumption, in conserva- tive thought, is that that which is yours, is yours. There are myriad reasons why, and myriad circumstances when, a part of that which is yours should be taken from you—whether to go to the government because the government performs certain indisputably essential serv- ices in your behalf (for instance paying the police and the army) or to other people—because said other people are otherwise forlorn. The circumstantial arguments quite expectedly rage as to whether this or that is a necessary function 'of the government under these criteria; whether this or that person is indeed helpless; whether the kind of help this person demonstrably needs might not be made available by voluntary, rather than by coerced, contributions to his welfare. It is the presumption which is important to bear in mind, the presumption that what is the individual's is his, unless the evidence clearly supports that it needs to be taken from him—in which case it should be taken from him by impartially designed laws unanimated by class prejudice. Here the presumption touches the metaphysical, i.e., in its insistence that the individual's property is to begin with a part of himself; that property is, as Aristotle put it, one of the "predicables," i.e., attributes, of the human being.
And -- third -- a conservative assumption is that the private arrange- ment tends to be superior to the public arrangement because (a) it is more flexible, permitting an infinity of adjustments based on an infinity of preferences; because (b) it is less categorical, and there- fore less arbitrary; because (c) it is less wasteful, in that it is dis- ciplined by the competing pressures of alternative modes of activity; because (d) it is more ingenious, in that it encourages a continuing competition for a variety of approaches; and because (e) it resists the natural tendency toward the centripetalization of power in govern- ment, which is the prime historical oppressor, and needs therefore constant domestication.
And, finally, the presumption is in favor of the individual measured as such; i.e., irrespective of his political leverage. Political leverage tends to gravitate to the wealthy, to the influential., to the organized, to the (upper case) Minority. The presumption, under the rule of law, favors the individual irrespective of his political power, whether exercised through the manipulation of his money, of his labor union, of his race, of his religion, of his ideology. And an individual's right is no less so because individuals, coming together, might form a majority. We are increasingly trained to grieve only over the rights of (certain) minorities.
Those presumptions, in favor of realism (economic truth), private property (equity), the private sector (as opposed to the public), the individual (as opposed to the bloc), greatly illuminate the problems that have plagued New York. For instance, it is simply unrealistic to suppose that New York can hope to take from the federal govern- ment more than it gives to the federal government. It will not man- age to do this until it succeeds in building up a preferential relation- ship to Washington which is antisocial in nature, i.e., effected at the expense of other cities and other areas whose representatives in Washington are less influential than New York's—a development which the Constitution explicitly sought to prevent by establishing the Senate of the United States. Inexplicit redistributionism runs counter to one of the conservative presumptions. To give to the poor because the poor cannot otherwise make do is one thing. To give to the poor merely because they are poorer than you is, by conservative standards, something you should do on your own behalf, not on your own and also your neighbor's.
To ask the government to do something which might very well be otherwise effectively accomplished by nongovernmental action argues against one of the presumptions. It is especially contrary to conserva- tive presumptions to propose that a higher echelon of government should undertake a job which could perfectly well be done by a lower echelon of government (in violation of the principle of "subsidi- arity").[4] (Is it really necessary to secure federal money for a study of juvenile delinquency in New York City) ?
There are of course other features of the conservative syndrome, perhaps not exactly in the rank of presumptions. Call them attitudes —which bear on municipal problems. Conservatism is, for instance, notoriously anti-milleniarist; with the result that, to use James Burn- ham's example, conservatives know that you can't do away with Skid Row. They know, also, that some human beings, as Albert Jay Nock stressed in his heuristic lectures at the University of Virginia, are educable, others only trainable.[5] Conservatives believe that there are rational limits to politics, that politics should not, in the lofty phrase of Voegelin, attempt to "immanentize the eschaton." And con- servatives believe, along with Dr. Johnson, that the "end of political liberty is personal liberty."
NOTES: 4. A part of Catholic social doctrine, enunciated by Leo XIII and endorsed by every one of his successors. The principle holds that public agencies ought not to undertake a job that can be done by a private agency, and that no higher (i.e., more centralized) public agency should undertake to do something a lower public agency can handle.
5. Albert Jay Nock, The Theory of Education in the United States (New York: Harcourt Brace and Co., 1932).

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My Conservative Manifesto VIII
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May. 28th, 2008 @ 09:12 am
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The Unmaking of a Mayor

I made another trip to the attic the other day in search of my political roots. In addition to my scrapbook of the 1964 Goldwater campaign, I found in the bottom of a box, beneath three other boxes, a fairly well-preserved copy of The Unmaking of a Mayor, by William F. Buckley, Jr (1966), recounting his fabled campaign for Mayor of New York.
Autographed to my father.
That threw me for a moment, because I knew Dad had never met Buckley, though it had been one of his great desires. Of course! I quickly realized that the autograph had been a gift from his son, a small token of appreciation for the strong conservative foundation he had given me, arranged when Bill came to Troy for a series of lectures and debates in 1973.
Dad was too sick to travel the mere forty miles (he would be dead barely more than a year later). Being bold and brash and I think not yet 22, I decided that if Dad couldn't go to Buckley, Buckley should come to Dad, so I dashed off a letter to National Review Central Command and presumed to invite William F. Buckley, Jr. to dinner at 4 Trinity Place, Amsterdam, NY, being sure to mention the mouth-watering delights of Mom's lasagna.
I received a prompt letter of thanks and apology from The Master, but he had prior arrangements for dinner with the president of Russell Sage College and he hoped we could do this at another time.
Plan B involved taking The Unmaking of a Mayor off the Conservative Book Club shelf and plopping it in front of Buckley.
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1965.
The dust of the 1964 Goldwater massacre had not even settled. The papers trumpeted still the death of the Conservative Movement, while those of us in it (mind you I didn't turn 14 until mid '65) were giddy with delight at our progress and had only just begun to fight.
The struggle for the heart and soul of the Republican Party continued, and there existed a strong enough block of eastern liberal Republicans that there still remained the possibility that they could recapture the party from us upstarts. Among the potential rising stars, the most liberal of them all, Congressman John V. Lindsay, whose voting record was indistinguishable from the most liberal democrats in the House of Representatives.
What a completely different time it was. Oh, we certainly still have liberal Republicans, and we accommodate them, but no one in their right mind would suggest that a front-runner for the GOP nomination for President would be, say, Lincoln Chafee. Yet in 1965 the Liberal Establishment did not yet realize that their dominance of the Republican Party had ended forever. Frankly, neither did we.
Lindsay did more than sit on his hands in 1964: he openly opposed the candidate of his party, Barry M. Goldwater, making him more than fair game for the three year old Conservative Party of New York. But they needed a candidate.
Enter the wunderkind.
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Thus began the most unorthodox (and exhilarating) political campaign in American history. Bill Buckley, at 39, was in his prime: brilliant, witty, contentious and able to out-talk, out-think, out-reason and certainly out-debate the dull accountant Abraham Beame and the surprisingly uptight and bitter John Vliet Lindsay.
More importantly, Buckley demonstrated that conservative political philosophy could move beyond theory and provide the backbone for concrete solutions to the problems of everyday life.
"There is no ideology for removing snow," the nominally Republican former Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia had famously said. Yet applying ideology (WFB disliked the word because of the inexactitude of its meaning, but couldn't coin a better one) to municipal problems could in fact provide better and more efficient solutions for municipalities, the Conservative candidate believed.
Thus came forth a breathtaking series of position papers on all the major subjects of the day. One wonders where they found the time to do that, but the candidate was surrounded by an eager staff even younger and every bit as brash as himself. The organization ran itself, a thousand volunteers showing up unbidden to do whatever they could. When Lindsay complained that Buckley volunteers were following his people around and swiping the Lindsay brochures from doorsteps (probably never happened), Buckley's response was to direct that his volunteers distribute Lindsay literature along with his own, certain that the voters would see the clear difference and vote for him.
He refused to march in ethnic parades, staying true to his philosophy that he wasn't pandering to groups but rather seeking solutions beneficial to the city as a whole (disdaining bloc appeals was a major point of his crusade; rereading this I find the roots of my own quixotic campaign for Governor of American Legion Boys' State in 1968).
Clearly he would have received a whole lot more votes than his 341,000 (13%) if he had campaigned a bit more seriously and traditionally (quipping that his first official act would be to "demand a recount" was hilarious, but didn't help), but that wasn't the point of the campaign.
What he did succeed in doing was keeping the hope of 1964 alive, showing the liberal wing of the Republican Party that we weren't going to roll over and play dead, and laying the groundwork for what was to come.
There is a political epilogue to the book, where Buckley muses about the future, which looked mighty uncertain at that moment. No obvious front-runner for the 1968 presidential campaign had yet emerged (Nixon still wandered in the wilderness, Rocky was anathema, Goldwater would not be a factor), the congress and the presidency were overwhelmingly in the hands of liberal democrats. There existed a great question as to whether the Republican Party would even survive or go the way of the Whigs. Certainly it had splintered horribly.
The only answer: remain true to your beliefs. Educate the public, take stands. Offer the voters a choice.
Interestingly, off the radar, at that very moment across the continent a certain soon-to-be former movie actor was doing just that.

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Quote of the Day
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May. 16th, 2008 @ 11:14 am
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Peggy Noonan in today's WSJ:
"This was a real wakeup call for us," someone named Robert M. Duncan, who is chairman of the Republican National Committee, told the New York Times. This was after Mississippi. "We can't let the Democrats take our issues." And those issues would be? "We can't let them pretend to be conservatives," he continued. Why not? Republicans pretend to be conservative every day.

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Jindal
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May. 5th, 2008 @ 03:24 pm
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The boomlet for Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal for Vice President obviously got a big boost from his National Press Club appearance last week, where he came off as serious (though not without wit), thoughtful and fully in command of his subject matter, and evinced a maturity way beyond his 36 years. Roughly half the age of McCain, he would provide the GOP presidential candidate with not only youth, but a thoroughly acceptable conservative for his running mate.
But much as I would like to see such talent rewarded and placed on the fast track for greatness, I am opposed.
Look, in general we don't do too badly electing conservatives, at least for most of the last forty years. It's getting them to GOVERN as conservatives that is the problem. We have conservative think tanks, conservative scholars, conservative columnists and talk show hosts espousing conservative positions and conservative ideology, and yet finding actual conservative policies implemented without having been compromised beyond all recognition is rare indeed.
Bobby Jindal has been handed the most exciting laboratory for conservative governance that we are likely to see in our lifetimes. The opportunity to rebuild a state, and particularly the city of New Orleans, will give him a chance to do everything right with essentially a clean slate and a political mandate that will help handcuff many of the special interests. The people are demanding action, and he has the strength, the wisdom, the brains, the character and the philosophy to make it happen.
Give that man eight years and I predict that he will go all the way, the first transforming politician of this century.

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My Conservative Manifesto VII
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May. 2nd, 2008 @ 12:58 am
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1964

It's July 15, 1964 and I'm completely oblivious to the fact that I'm sitting way too close to Aunt Marie's flash as she takes this shot on the occasion of my grandmother's 64th birthday. Great Aunt Gertie Goodison, Gramma's sister, is on the far right. Next to her, speaking in Italian sign language, is Mom, then 39. Completely engrossed in the television are my 42 year old Dad and me, two weeks past my thirteenth birthday (I recall saying, just once, "I'm a teenager now; I can do whatever I want"). We were glued to the set because it was not only Gramma's birthday, it was Wednesday evening and the Republican National Convention at the Cow Palace in San Francisco was about to nominate Barry M. Goldwater for President of the United States.
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If the modern conservative movement took its first breath with the founding of National Review (a Journal of Fact and Opinion) in 1955, and toddled along through the founding of the Conservative Party in New York in 1962, it burst forth fully grown in 1964 with the Draft Goldwater campaign that wrested control of the Republican Party from the old liberal establishment and placed it firmly in the hands of a new and different breed, personified by a quintessential westerner with a face chiseled out of the Rocky Mountains who flew planes, took magnificent photographs, used his ham radio to patch through thousands of phone calls from servicemen overseas to their relatives back home, and who, as the Junior Senator from Arizona, preached the gospel of freedom far and wide.
He made the party stand for something, that which it had not done for decades. No big government program was off limits to his axe, no sacred cows worshiped in his cathedral. Federalism. Originalist judges. Small government at home, big stick abroad. A foreign policy that would not seek accommodation with communism, but a roll back of the soviet occupation of eastern Europe. In military matters you don't commit to war unless you intend to win it, and use every means at your disposal to do it.
The old guard liberals did not go down without a fight. The coalition of Governors Romney, Scranton and Rockefeller formed a Stop Goldwater movement that went all the way to the convention. They pulled platform fights designed to embarrass Goldwater, including trying to insert a plank condemning "extremism", specifically condemning "The Communist Party, the Ku Klux Klan and the John Birch Society."
Now the first two were certainly worthy of this distinction, and had been responsible for violence and murder and all kinds of nasty things. But the John Birch Society was back then just a fringe anti-communist group who sought to persuade through things like books and newsletters and discussion groups. They may have gone over the top with some of their conclusions, but they were no threat to the Republic. Many of their members supported Goldwater, and certainly most loathed Nelson Rockefeller.
The liberals called themselves "moderates" (Buckley once asked, "If a liberal Catholic is dying, does he ask his priest for Moderate Unction?"). They were probably a little startled to hear Goldwater tell the convention, "Let me remind you that extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And . . . moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue." The convention went wild, Dad chuckled heartily, Bill Scranton and Ken Keating walked out and Barry probably threw away a few more votes.
There is a story, which I have been unable to document, that former president Eisenhower was really miffed about it and demanded that Goldwater explain himself when the nominee paid a courtesy call at Gettysburg.
"What exactly did you mean when you said, 'Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice?'"
Barry leans over and says, "I was talking about what you did at Normandy, General."
Whereupon Ike tilts his head, flashes that boyish grin, and mutters, "What do you know? I'm an extremist!"
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It was a glorious ride speeding down the mountain, the purity of the message only tempered slightly by the knowledge that we were fast approaching the cliff.
In October the old gang of Dad, Bill Smith and Ed Bablin organized a caravan, a Goldwater Victory Parade starting at the Auriesville Shrine and winding our way through Montgomery County. It was on that day that I met the Bablin kids, the lovely daughters and the oldest son Mark who would become a life-long friend through many a political battle as we caught the torch from the failing hands of our fathers.
And then, almost when it was too late, we all got on the telephone and told everyone to watch the television that night. An important speech was being given on behalf of Barry Goldwater.
That was the night I learned of the existence of a guy named Ronald Reagan.

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My Conservative Mainifesto VI
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May. 1st, 2008 @ 04:52 pm
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The Economics of ENERGY
Some truths are so fundamental that it amazes me that virtually no politicians mention them. Better to bamboozle an economically illiterate electorate than bother to take the time to explain things and do what's right.
For example, whenever the government uses its power to violate the laws of supply and demand, bad things happen. Like, every time. Oh, a favored few may come out ahead, but the public in general and many people in particular will suffer.
I don't even know where to start with the current ethanol boondoggle, so I'll begin with an anecdote.
In the latter quarter of the 19th century, America (and much of the world) faced an energy crisis of awful proportions: there was a world-wide shortage of oil.
Whale oil.
Those daring lads from Nantucket who provided the world with the means to light their lamps had reached a crisis point: not enough whales were available to meet the demand.
The government immediately sprang into action, providing a special whale depletion allowance, setting up a new department of whale development, spending billions on research to find more efficient means to bring alternative sources to market (the New Hampshire and Maine beeswax farmers especially benefited) and Congressional Committees spent endless hours investigating the whaling industry, resulting in anti-gouging laws and price controls that were upheld by the Supreme Court in Ahab v. U.S.
Not.
Actually, the government did absolutely nothing.
In western Pennsylvania and elsewhere young dreamers realized that distillation of petroleum could now be profitable. Not only did kerosene help light and heat our homes, but miracle fuels led to the development of the internal combustion engine, making horseless carriages practical. Eventually a couple of lads in Dayton, Ohio realized that an internal combustion engine could be attached to a glider.
Meanwhile, in Menlo Park, New Jersey another kid from Ohio found that beeswax and whale oil could be supplanted by a flip of a switch.
Other dreamers found that combustible gas could be released in the coal-burning process, and gasification plants sprang up along the railroads and provided cooking and lighting directly into the households of cities big and small. Then we needed more oil, kept digging, and built pipelines to bring oil and its pal natural gas across the country. We harnessed the power of coal and falling water to make electricity.
The end of the road came, of course, when Edison's Direct Current proved impractical at bringing electricity over distances.
Except that Westinghouse developed Alternating Current, except it couldn't run motors.
Until a Balkan immigrant named Nicola Tesla figured it all out in his head one day.
And on and on. Not one dime of government money. Not one iota of government interference.
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We now know all about nuclear energy, but the government won't let anyone build nuclear plants. We are sitting on billions of barrels of oil in a mosquito-infested small corner of Alaska, and the government prevents it from being drilled. Every promising new technology finds some reason for it to be blocked: wind turbines wreck the view; hydro dams need to be taken down to restore the natural flow of rivers; coal is too dirty, no matter what; shale oil development would doubtless ruin the Marlboro Man.
How about something simple, and fundamentally conservative:
Try FREEDOM.
Let supply and demand encourage the dreamers and risk-takers. Get out of the way and see what happens.
It's always worked before.

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Buckley
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Apr. 4th, 2008 @ 07:49 am
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The only public memorial service for William F. Buckley Jr. will be held this morning at St. Patrick's Cathedral in NYC. I had hoped to attend, for the same reason that I hopped on a plane to Washington and stood in a long line for six hours in the hot sun to file past the bier of Ronald Reagan: because he deserved it.
But my schedule would not permit. Instead, I will offer my prayers, works, joys and sufferings of this day for the immortal soul of Bill Buckley, and trust that many of you will, too.

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My Conservative Manifesto 5
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Mar. 10th, 2008 @ 10:21 am
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Daylight Saving Time
Big government knows what's best for you, and one size fits all. Hence fluoridation. Hence Daylight Saving Time.
Now, come on. What is this really all about? There are some claims that DST reduces energy costs by 1%. I'm not sure how they can actually prove that, but even if that were so, what business is it of the government how much energy I use? If I want to save energy, I'll adjust my own schedule, or work with others to jointly adjust. If governments want to save energy for themselves, then by all means have their employees report an hour earlier and let them go an hour earlier so they can enjoy an extra hour of daylight!
My parents had a good and wise friend, Steve Rutkowski (one of three former or future aldermen of the Fourth Ward of Amsterdam invited to my wedding, where he danced the polka on the wooden leg that replaced the one he lost in the war). He said to me once, "You know, the cows don't know what time it says on the clock. They just know it's time to get milked."
Does anyone take into account the effect of the screwed up biorhythms multiplied by millions?
Look, I'm not an extremist. Once the age of rapid transportation coincided with the age of clocks and the end of the sundials, it became important to establish a universal standard for time and even time zones. But leave then alone! Let the industries and the farmers and the traders and the bankers and the schools and the INDIVIDUALS figure out for themselves what are the most convenient times for THEM to come and go. This is something I really don't need the government's input on.
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Forgive the ranting. I'm just cranky. Didn't get enough sleep last night.

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My Conservative Manifesto 4
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Mar. 7th, 2008 @ 10:17 am
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Sometimes you just have to stop talking and waiting and start acting.
The Republican Party in New York State by 1960 had been veering steadily leftward for some time, and dragging the national party with it. The voting record of Jacob Javits in the United States Senate was indistinguishable from that of a typical liberal Democrat, and actually to the left of many Democrats in the Senate. If there was any doubt about where Nelson Rockefeller stood when he was elected governor in 1958, by 1960 he had established himself as the premier tax and spender of all time. In exchange for his non-disruption, Richard Nixon conceded to Rockefeller the virtual dictation of the Republican Party platform in Chicago. Enraged conservatives began to rally around Barry Goldwater, who famously gave his "Let's grow up, conservatives!" speech that made him a national figure.
Conservatives in New York had had enough. For too many years the Republican Party had taken them for granted, on the theory that they had no place else to go, which was pretty much correct, since the alternatives were the Democrats of Averill Harriman and Robert Morgenthau and Robert Wagner, the Liberal Party (formed out of a split in the old Labor Party between pro-soviets and anti-soviets), the Socialist Workers Party and the Socialist Labor Party (one of them is pro-Trotsky, the other pro-Stalin; I always get them confused).
In order to permanently (that is, for four years) establish a party in New York, the party has to field a candidate for governor who must then receive at least 50,000 votes. The first opportunity would come in 1962 when Rockefeller (and Javits) would be seeking reelection.
It was a pretty young group, inspired by Bill Buckley, and included Kieran O'Doherty, J. Daniel Mahoney and future Notre Dame Law Professor Charles Rice, among others.
They combed the state for like-minded supporters and found one Francis J. Going in Montgomery County ready to jump aboard. Dad was one of the older guys at 40. I remember how excited he was one night after sharing a brew or two with Charlie Rice, who he found a fascinating conversationalist. I think that was the time he told me that he wished that someday he would be able to do the same thing with Buckley, "And all I'd say is, 'Bill, talk. Just talk.'"
But, as I say, there's a time for talking and a time for doing, and Dad plunged ahead with the gruntwork of getting petitions properly signed and delivered, so that the candidates for governor(David Jaquith) and senator (O'Doherty) could get on the ballot. Needless to say, the local Republican establishment wasn't too thrilled about the whole thing, and Dad was way out on a limb. Not long before this, Dad had been to a Young Republican dinner ("I was the youngest Young Republican there") and been subjected to a talk by the then Rockefeller-selected Republican State Chairman ("He was so DUMB!"). I think that did it for him. There was nothing to be accomplished by holding back.
The core of the local group was a fine amalgamation of the emerging right-wing coalition: Dad, the National Review conservative; Ed Bablin, a Lithuanian-American (Captive Nations) who had first met Dad in a Navy hospital ward in Cherbourg, France when he was startled to see him reading the Amsterdam Recorder; Bill Smith, an early member of the John Birch Society who kept cartons of None Dare Call it Treason in his trunk to pass out to anybody who looked like they might take the hook; and Dick Roberts, the ultimate libertarian, a bearded, rather hefty inhalation therapist who owned a gun shop and dreamed of one day saving enough money to take his family to Australia, where a man could still live free (in later years he gained some notoriety as the proprietor of the Full Tan Sun Club, a nudist camp in the Town of Root).
Well, they got their guys on the ballot, distributed their posters and bumper stickers, and watched with some satisfaction as Jaquith picked up 141,877 votes. The party was in for four years.
The gang then, of course, turned to getting Goldwater elected in 1964, which proved particularly hard in New York where the entire Republican establishment sat on their hands, including Rockefeller, Speaker of the Assembly Joe Carlino, and the Senate Majority leader whose name slips my ancient mind at the moment. My recollection is that the Republicans refused to allow the Conservative Party to cross-endorse their slate of electors, so rather than split their own vote, the Goldwater-adoring Conservatives had to sit that one out formally.
The morning after the election I found cartons and cartons of Goldwater posters, literature and bumper stickers set out for the garbage at Amsterdam Republican Party headquarters. I've still got some. I also remember the satisfied look on my father's face when he learned that the hand-sitters Carlino and the Majority Leader had both lost their own reelection races.

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My Conservative Manifesto 3
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Mar. 5th, 2008 @ 11:34 am
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In addition to the Sharon Statement, the encapsulated conservative policy statement of Young Americans for Freedom, 1960 also saw the publication of what would prove to be the most influential political philosophy tome of the second half of the 20th Century, Barry Goldwater's The Conscience of a Conservative.
The two are not unrelated. The Sharon Statement arose under the direct influence of Bill Buckley, while Goldwater's book was ghost-written by Senior National Review Editor and Buckley brother in law L. Brent Bozell, Jr.
Today we think of the Reagan coalition as consisting of three legs: economic conservatives, strong national defense types and social conservatives. The latter was not yet an organized part of the movement in 1960, partly, I think, because the culture wars had not yet emerged. This was pre-Roe v. Wade, pre-sexual revolution, pre-anything goes movies and music. There was a rather broader acceptance of the norm that did not yet require the activism that came later.
Still, 1960 conservatism dealt with the spiritual as well as the material. Conservatism then formed around the National Review coalition of traditional (Burkean) conservatives, what we now call economic (libertarian) conservatives, but then called "19th century liberals", and anti-communists. As with all movements, there were cracks and shifts and disagreements among the various factions. I believe it was Max Eastman who wondered if an atheist could be accepted as a conservative. Whittaker Chambers preferred to call himself a "Man of the Right", libertarians were constantly tugging the coalition one way while the Burkeans were digging their heels in.
Still, as a broad movement it held together, in no small part because of the Goldwater campaign of 1964, and the magnificent maestro twirling the Buckley baton.
I had intended to write about the influence of Goldwater's book and provide a decent analysis and introduction, but I find that work already ably and succinctly done by Edwin J. Feulner, Ph.D., in his Heritage Foundation's President's Essay.
It also includes a couple of chapters from Goldwater which are worth re-reading.

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My Conservative Manifesto 2
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Mar. 4th, 2008 @ 02:35 am
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The normal must take care of themselves. -Calvin Coolidge
That simple phrase is both a philosophy and a call to action. We can think of any number of ways it could be applied to reduce the cost and reach of government.
For example, we have received health insurance benefits through our employers, contributing each pay period to a portion of that insurance cost for the benefit of our family. No government requires that we do so. It is in our interest to provide a means of paying for the health of our children and ourselves. By spreading the risk, some of us end up paying more than we use; others take out more than they put in, because their health situations are worse. We assess the relative merits, we make our choices.
Of course, I'm not paying just for the health care of my family. There is a Medicare deduction from my pay check, by which the government takes care of the health needs of the elderly, whether they need my assistance or not. I do not have the option of making my own arrangements for my own care once I reach the required age.
I am also, through my federal and state income tax and my local property tax paying for the medical needs of a whole other class of people who meet the various requirementsof Medicaid. As a result, there is a cottage industry devoted to finding ways to dispose of assets sufficient to make people eligible for this "free" benefit. People regularly sign title to their homes over to their children so that the state will take care of them if they need long-term care, thus preserving the major asset for their progeny. They could, of course, purchase catastrophic health insurance, but why should they? Why be a chump? They've been paying taxes. Time to get something out of it.
In New York we also have a Child Health Plus and Family Health Plus programs which subsidize health insurance for those otherwise not eligible for Medicaid. I know of a great many middle class professionals living in great neighborhoods who take advantage of these programs because it's cheaper than buying health insurance.
Cheaper until their tax bills come in.
The normal must take care of themselves.
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Among the stories surrounding the death of William F. Buckley, Jr. was one that mentioned that before Buckley American Conservatism was represented at best by the dour Robert Taft, the fist-shaking Joe McCarthy and "the Ghost of Calvin Coolidge". Coolidge is well-worth studying. He was the Great Communicator of the post World War I era. Read his Autobiography, a collection of essays entitled Have Faith in Massachusetts and his first State of the Union Message. They will give you a lot to chew on, witnessing conservative thought in action.
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While there is some attempt at cohesion in this series, it really has no beginning and no end, just a bundle of random sketches on the same overall topic as the spirit moves me. If I end up with enough material, maybe I'll rework it. For now, remember this is just a blog. Still, comments and criticisms welcome.

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My Conservative Manifesto
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Mar. 1st, 2008 @ 11:53 pm
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Let's grow up, Conservatives! The reason the Republican Party is slipping away from us is that they and we have drifted from our roots. With the passing of the Founding Father, William F. Buckley, Jr., now would be a good time to review where we have been and where we should go.
Ours is a philosophy, but the philosophy also requires action. These two prongs came together brilliantly with the Goldwater Campaign, the founding of the New York Conservative Party and the election and administration of Ronald Reagan. Over the next several months I intend to look back and look ahead.
A good place to start is the founding document of Young Americans for Freedom, created at Great Elm, the Buckley Family Estate. There is very little of it that needs adaptation.
The Sharon Statement Adopted in conference at Sharon, Connecticut, on 11 September 1960. In this time of moral and political crises, it is the responsibility of the youth of America to affirm certain eternal truths. We, as young conservatives, believe: That foremost among the transcendent values is the individual's use of his God-given free will, whence derives his right to be free from the restrictions of arbitrary force; That liberty is indivisible, and that political freedom cannot long exist without economic freedom; That the purpose of government is to protect those freedoms through the preservation of internal order, the provision of national defense, and the administration of justice; That when government ventures beyond these rightful functions, it accumulates power, which tends to diminish order and liberty; That the Constitution of the United States is the best arrangement yet devised for empowering government to fulfill its proper role, while restraining it from the concentration and abuse of power; That the genius of the Constitution- the division of powers- is summed up in the clause that reserves primacy to the several states, or to the people, in those spheres not specifically delegated to the Federal government; That the market economy, allocating resources by the free play of supply and demand, is the single economic system compatible with the requirements of personal freedom and constitutional government, and that it is at the same time the most productive supplier of human needs; That when government interferes with the work of the market economy, it tends to reduce the moral and physical strength of the nation; that when it takes from one man to bestow on another, it diminishes the incentive of the first, the integrity of the second, and the moral autonomy of both; That we will be free only so long as the national sovereignty of the United States is secure; that history shows periods of freedom are rare, and can exist only when free citizens concertedly defend their rights against all enemies; That the forces of international Communism are, at present, the greatest single threat to these liberties; That the United States should stress victory over, rather than coexistence with, this menace; and That American foreign policy must be judged by this criterion: does it serve the just interests of the United States?
As this series continues, I invite comment, correction and debate.

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