WILLIAM F. BUCKLEY, JR. (1925-2008)
Still sick with what I’ve found out to be touch of pneumonia, I was set back on my heels this morning when I heard of the death of Mr. Buckley. As many of you know, he is the Godfather of conservatism in America, starting a little weekly in 1955 called National Review – giving voice and life to a way of thinking that was to halt the seemingly inevitable movement towards Socialism in the U.S. It’s not hyperbole to say without Buckley and National Review, the United States might be just another Socialist experiment gone wrong.
Although I never met the man, I do feel a connection to him. Maybe 15 years ago, I wrote a letter to him asking why National Review and Ayn Rand couldn’t, to quote Rodney King, “just get along”? Much to my surprise and delight, I received a personal letter back from Mr. Buckley explaining their differences. I always felt that I was not the only person to receive such a gesture of respect from a living icon.
A lover of good company and dinner parties, he and his wife Pat would often entertain friends three or four times a week. I’m sure a lover of fine food, perhaps his most favorite thing to eat was the humble peanut butter. UPDATE: Brian Williams has a fun tribute to his fellow peanut butter lover.
God rest your soul, Mr. Buckley – and please say, “Hi” to my Grandfather for me, you’ll really like him.