I used to love reading George Will. In the Days of Clinton and Obama, Will was solidly conservative. His writing remains brilliant, witty, erudite. He knows a woman does not wear white after Labor Day and that a fish fork and salad fork each plays its own role. He is clever. I also used to love reading other more conservative writers at the Washington Post and New York Times. If I were old enough, I would have voted for Ike and Nixon in 1952–1960. I definitely would have voted for Goldwater in ’64 because in my heart I knew he was right. I was too young to vote for Nixon in 1968, but Nixon was the one for me when I voted for him in 1972 against McGovern. I voted for Ford in 1976, but Carter the Peanut Farmer won. Then I voted for Reagan in 1980 and 1984, for a new morning in America. In 1988 for George H.W. Bush and against Willie Horton in the revolving doors and over the guy in the Mickey Mouse hat in the big tank. When Slick Willy — Bill Clinton — won in 1992 and 1996, I was voting haplessly for George H.W. Bush and then Bob Dole (emphasis: Jack Kemp). Voted twice, more successfully, for George Dubya Bush 43 against Al Gore, who created the internet, and against Ross Perot and those little punch-out dots. An inconvenient truth: even after the recount, Dubya carried Florida. The second time, Dubya beat John Kerry. Then for McCain, who lost to Obama, and for Romney, who lost to Candy Crowley. Then for Trump.................
