When Bramwell dismisses Richard Weaver, Robert Nisbet, Allan Bloom and Eric Voegelin as little more than party hacks, I can’t help but think of that scene in Princess Bride:
Vizzini: I can’t compete with you physically, and you’re no match for my brains.
Westley: You’re that smart?
Vizzini: Let me put it this way. Have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?
Westley: Yes.
Vizzini: Morons!