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William F. Buckley reviews The Godfather (1972)
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"It’s a funny thing, this sideline of mine as a talking head in history documentaries. The work can be incredibly fulfilling. (Like when, explaining how a majority of Americans said the students shot dead at Kent State had it coming, often with lusty relish, I almost cried.) It can be fun, especially when the person in line to sit for the cameras after you is Henry Rollins, or the guy whose arrest set off the Berkeley Free Speech Movement.
But it is also hard work, preparing, sitting still while they set up the shot—that can take as long as an hour—then racking your brain to boil down your points to elegant sound bites, in the hopes you might win more screen time. So it’s frustrating when the thing finally comes out and … well, it kind of sucks.
I had to wait 30 months after my interview for the American Masters documentary The Incomparable Mr. Buckley before it came out last Friday. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy some of what I saw; Newsday called it “highly watchable,” and it is. (Hell, watching the man navigate a steep slope of moguls on skinny, stiff 1970s skis was almost worth the time alone.) My frustration is that this exact same program could have come out in 1996—well before the movement Buckley is said to have founded ended up producing Donald Trump. Many dedicated historians have done serious work during the Trump era uncovering facts that have radically revised the scholarly understanding of William F. Buckley and his work. That new scholarship suggests that Trump’s rise was not a reversal of what Buckley was up to, but in many ways, its apotheosis. This, the producers determinedly contrived to ignore."
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How's Fares the English language?..
"The assertion is heard from time to time that the common language of the United States is not really "English." On the contrary, goes the chauvinistic argument we speak "American", and the title of H.L. Mencken's most enduring labor is cited as proof that there is an "American Language." Up to a point- up to a very narrow point- assertion is valid. Our British cousins spell it labour, we spell it labor; their cars run on petrol, ours on gas. To knock up means one thing in London, something else in New York. But when these differences have been taken fully into account, our mother tongue remains - English. Our distinctively American contributions amount to no more than a few late afternoon freckles on a vulnerable visage. This book has to do with the use of the English language in the late 20th century."
-James J. Kilpatrick
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I Die, You Die, They Die
“Suicide,” someone murmured after reading the announcement that a woman had died at the retirement center. “She was estranged from her family,” said another who stood beside the first speaker. Her remark rang true because the death notice asked that no condolences be left for the family. A shiver of melancholy ran through me as I read it. Being the last of my tribe, I realized that upon my death, no one would need consoling. Headstones proliferate like autumn leaves in a graveyard but no matter how touching their inscription, the words are unreliable tributes to a life. A generation passes and few remember. After eons come and go, archeologists may take an interest in a burial mound. And, if they find a necklace or smooth stone left beside someone they have disentombed, they are elated rather than grieved because the found object has been shorn of its memories. Sometimes two bodies share the same grave, a discovery that raises a question. Are these bones those of lovers? Or does a mother lie eternally with her stillborn child? Their deathly embrace tells a story but who remembers? The desire to escape oblivion is potent. A hundred thousand years before homo sapiens walked the earth, the prehuman Homo Naledis buried their dead with mementos before carving the histories of these loved ones on cave walls. Again, researchers rejoice because while the personal memory of these beings is erased, something about the hominin culture remains. Patriarchy has a long presence in the affairs of humanoids, for example. DNA studies of ancient sites suggest that females left their home community to join another– suggesting the probability that they followed their male companion to his home tribe. Memory is a frail weapon with which to hold back the dark. Technology may come to serve us better. In an earlier blog, I wrote that one day we might download our stories into avatars but that would be a pale version of immortality. A combination of technology and biology is also possible, like current efforts to merge Artificial Intelligence (AI) with brain cells. Will the result make machines smarter? Or will humans become superhuman? Either way, will the merger help us conquer death? We must wait to see. Some among us seek a less ambitious goal. With diet and medicinal cocktails, they hope to reverse the aging process. Regimens like theirs are spartan, often eliminating meat and sugar. To obtain a longer life, will humans forgo their hamburgers with cokes? Again, we must wait to see. Beyond tinkering with the human lifespan lies an existential question. Having plundered our planet’s resources to the point of self-extinction, do we have enough time to save our species with discoveries and technological advances? Or, is our destiny to grovel in the dust for a sip of water? To be or not to be IS the overwhelming question. The woman who committed suicide at my retirement center made her choice freely. Others have done the same because without love and respect what is life? Germaine Greer, a woman near my years, ponders a related question: how to age with dignity? Once a professor, feminist, and author of numerous books, The Female Eunuch most famous among them, and a person brilliant enough to disabuse William F. Buckley of his misconceptions about women’s liberation at 84 faces a growing infirmity. To maintain her independence, she moved into a retirement center. The solution proved to be unworkable. There, she suffered endless days of Bingo and bus outings to places that looked the same. This she endured for ten months, being subjected all the while to abuse from fellow residents who repeatedly told her to “shut up.” The treatment must have come as a surprise to a person accustomed to being paid to speak. Fortunately, a brother took pity on Germaine and built a studio in his home where she could live in the bosom of her family but in solitude. I say, “Happy is a woman with a compassionate brother.” Happy is the individual who dies loved. Science and technology have the power to lengthen life spans but human attitudes toward aging are slow to change. In the United States, prejudice against the elderly is the last reservoir of disdain that people feel free to express, as if growing old were a personal failure. Teenagers may be forgiven for imagining themselves to be immortal, but tyrants who feel the same are fools. Is it the light that falls from the swords of their armies that blind these dictators? Are they unable to see that like any pauper, they serve no higher purpose than to satisfy the appetites of worms? How greater their history might have been had they considered our common destiny and devoted themselves to acts of kindness. In death do triumph and failure humbly meet. (The Victory City by Salman Rushdie, Thorndike Press, 2023, pg. 531.)
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ABC News: 1968 Republican National Convention: William F. Buckley VS Gore Vidal
Source:The New Democrat
The ultimate debate, when it comes to wit, humor, and intelligence was between Gore Vidal and Bill Buckley. You don’t need a moderator in a debate like this and there really wasn’t one, with Howard Smith letting Vidal and Buckley basically just go at it because the two men could carry the conversation by themselves and knew where to go and what they wanted to say. They…
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1965.
They're trying to silence them on college campuses!
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...because somebody needs to know the difference between anthracite and bituminous coal, or who Malinowski was, and I'm letting that somebody be me today.
This is the guy those idiots -- American yokels, basically rednecks who play too many video games -- ones with no real interest in science attack with their Nordic Chad naval-gaze "I am the cosmos" Aryan race agenda.
Sagan's remarks on Buckley fit these Nordic Chad kids. They love science. They want to be interested in science. They just have no real discipline or sense of what real science is, or how to go about exposing it to themselves, how to break away from mulling over Atlantis and the Gawds and things like that... fuckin' nation of yokels.
William F. Buckley, just like these kids, was very smug, smirking and confident in himself. But all the facial contortions in the world don't make up for lack of knowledge and reason, you see.
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A Futile and Stupid Gesture 2: Bucking the Trend Line
Less a sequel than a second version of A Futile and Stupid Gesture, this one instead focuses on William F. Buckley, Jr.'s time at Yale, through the founding of the National Review, up until the SEC crackdown on several of his businesses in the late 1970s and early 1980s. And the cast is the exact same cast from the first movie, with everyone taking on different roles, though Will Forte again portrays the writer at the center of the story, in this case Buckley rather than Kenney.
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“Liberals claim to want to give a hearing to other views, but then are shocked and offended to discover that there are other views.”
– William F. Buckley
Read more Critical Thinking & Free Speech Quotes: The Importance of Freethought here: https://spreadgreatideas.org/quotes/quotes-critical-thinking-free-speech/
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. . . I've heard this argument frequently that women are really rather more emotional than men. Er, really, women are intensely practical. Again, I don't mean that flippantly. We are an intensely practical sex. We often get on with the job. We don't always talk about it as much as men, but we get on doing it . . .
Margaret Thatcher in conversation with William F. Buckley
Firing Line
1975
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