Excerpt from my Thursday column:
I’m becoming increasingly convinced that when the NRA was looking for an executive vice president and chief spokesman, they discovered Wayne LaPierre in a filthy backwoods off-the-grid cabin where he wore tissue boxes on his feet while reciting conspiratorial right-wing manifestos to an assembly of creepy mannequins. Details about his personal life are mysteriously difficult to find, and he seems to be encased in an impenetrable bubble, impervious to objective reality.
As such, LaPierre penned a three-page screed for Tucker Carlson’s The Daily Caller and you’d never know that the NRA and gun zealots just won a key victory last night, in spite of the emotion, standing ovations and oratorical crescendos. It’s a captivating read for its complete disconnection with reality, not to mention its underdog conspiratorial paranoia. [continue reading here]