There are few writers/bloggers I look forward to reading more than James Wolcott at Vanity Fair. His wit is one of the most pungent and feral alive, and always brings unexpected pleasures. When you’re expecting him to lay out a few sharp asides, he offers a bomb hidden in a layer cake. When you’re expecting him to start carpet-bombing, he turns into a logical, passionate and unassailable sage. This weekend he posted a marvelous response to the high-minded liberal hankie-twisters who simply cannot bring themselves to vote for Hillary, who would rather see four more years of Republican rule than let her anywhere near the Oval Office. You should definitely check it out.
If only returning to the womb were a viable escape option from Hillary’s taloned deathgrip!
I find my writing wants to orient itself to his style whenever I read him. But it doesn’t come close.