Tuesday, October 11, 2005

With Friends Like These...

Our old buddy Joementum (aka Senator Joe Lieberman (D-Weasel) recently attended a 50th birthday bash for, of all things, the National Review. And, according to our double-secret super-duper deep-cover source, not only did the turncoat rat-bastard attend, he actually sat at the head table with William F. "Watch My Vocabulary" Buckley and my favorite windbag, Rush "It's Not Illegal When I Do It" Limbaugh.

Before we forget and it becomes ancient history musty with age, recall if you will that Buckley pretty much assured Joementum's election over the liberal (though nominally Republican, certainly more liberal that Lieberman) Lowell Weicker with his own election-year shenanigans.

So Atrios over at Eschaton thought we ought to see a little historical perspective on the National Review and what it stood for just a few short years ago.

Excerpt from a 1957 Nat Rev editorial:

The central question that emerges--and it is not a parliamentary question or a question that is answered by meerely consulting a catalog of the rights of American citizens, born Equal--is whether the White community in the South is entitled to take such measures as are necessary to prevail, politically and culturally, in areas in which it does not predominate numerically? The sobering answer is Yes--the White community is so entitled because, for the time being, it is the advanced ace. It is not easy, and it is unpleasant, to adduce statistics evidencing the median cultural superiority of White over Negro: but it is fact that obtrudes, one that cannot be hidden by ever-so-busy egalitarians and anthropologists. The question, as far as the White community is concerned, is whether the claims of civilization supersede those of universal suffrage.
The great majority of the Negroes of the South who do not vote do not care to vote, and would not know for what to vote if they could.

Joe, you tell on yourself by the company you keep. Why don't you just go ahead and officially join the Repugnican Party. We don't need you hanging around stinking up ours any more.