When William F. Buckley founded National Review in 1955, did he know it would one day morph into a low-lit bathroom where plump "conservative" writers emote like teenagers filming "THIS IS HOW I FEEL, WORLD" YouTube diaries? Originally envisioned as a place where you could read defenses of Joseph McCarthy and Francisco Franco while sipping a sparkling Negroni,
Go fuck yourself, troll.
Unbelievably stupid Wonkette. Whoever you are, you are shit.