The contrarian in me has been trying to find a reason to defend Harriet Miers
against her critics, but it’s too much of a stretch. We need a new nominee — or
at least a more entertaining way to choose a nominee.
I searched for a good rationale Thursday night at the Woodstock of
conservatism, the dinner in Washington celebrating the 50th anniversary of the
National Review. But I ended up feeling like Diogenes as Republicans kept
shaking their heads and shrugging helplessly.
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