William F. Buckley, Jr. author, conservative commentator and founder of the National Review, died last week at the age of 82. He was a dear and close friend of mine and one of my favorite guests. What I loved about him were his passions for life in every endeavor, whether it was political discourse, sailing, television, or Bach. He was unique, irreplaceable and we are all a little less because he's not here.
Over the past 15 years, he appeared more than 15 times on our broadcast, even guest hosting once. Here is an excerpt from a conversation in 2006.
Well played Mr. Buckley, well played.
What's more, Buckley's intellectual bunk-mates are still very much with us, but most are more careful in that they disguise their arrogance with concerns about "political pragmatism" and "national security." And they're running the U.S. into the ditch, as usual, and probably will continue to do so regardless of who's elected in November.
Another sign of the times: doesn't matter what you stood for. If you were rich and famous, you're "loved".
Very sad.
What a waste.
While words never fail him Buckley has never had to put his body on the line for anything!
Protected and insulated by wealth he never had to actually protect his country in Vietnam or Korea.
I would have love to see his reaction to a bloody nose just like the ones he gave the hard working men and women of America who struggled for the right to be repersended by unions.
Just one good lick for humanity would have served as an answer to all his well worded attacks.