One final thought on the marathon C-Span interview.
First, thanks again for all the kind feedback and special thanks to those of you who tried to crowd out the tinfoil-hat callers.
I particularly liked the jerk who seemed to think it was a terrible indictment of my character that William F. Buckley and my mother and father were influences on me because they didn’t march for civil rights in the 1960s. As if I should repudiate my parents for this historic crime. As if there was nothing else admirable about WFB. Indeed, as if this is the single criteria justifying admiration.
Funny aside: My mom called me after the interview and chastised me for not mentioning that she did march with King in ’63. She got the afternoon off from the Kennedy White House to do it! So: Nyah-nyah.