There are people whose passing affects one even though he has never met them. Ronald Reagan was one. Pope John Paul II was another. Today, we mourn the passing of William F. Buckley, Jr.
My “acquaintance” with him came about as a subscriber to the magazine he founded in 1955, National Review. One of the things I discovered early on is that if you waited long enough to renew your subscription, you’d eventually receive a letter from Bill Buckley coaxing a renewal out of you. As a result, I would always wait for the Buckley letter before I would send in my renewal since they were always a treat.
I also remember him from his television show, Firing Line. It was always entertaining when he’d get an opponent on the ropes. You’d see his eyebrow arch slightly and knew that the poor sap was about to find himself skewered by a superior intellect with consummate debate skills.
As our readers on CD may have noted in the past, we certainly see ourselves as standing on the shoulders of WFB. We cribbed his famous phrase, bastardized it, and used it as a tagline for our website, “Standing athwart history, yelling incoherently.”
The world is a little poorer for Bill Buckley’s passing. R.I.P.
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