Today On The Eric Metaxas Show, Eric talks with Roger Kimball about New York City, Islam, and why they argue the West is losing civilizational confidence. They discuss whether the Islam vs Islamism distinction holds up, why assimilation and shared values matter for a free society, and what is happening in Europe and England right now. Then they pivot to Iran, regime change predictions, and why they believe Trump is reshaping the global order from the border to energy to foreign policy.
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How Political Correctness Hijacked the Arts | Roger Kimball and Heather MacDonald


What gets to be called art — and who decides? In this wide-ranging Socrates Dialogues conversation, New York–based thinkers, writers, and art admirers Heather Mac Donald and Roger Kimball explore the definition of art and the history of the unmaking of beauty in modern contemporary art. Drawing on examples from Duchamp, Warhol, Serrano, Hirst, and others, the two discuss how the banal, the transgressive, and the political have reshaped the aesthetic experience of art, often robbing it of spiritual resonance.
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Populism, X: The Imperative of Freedom

It is curious how certain words accumulate a nimbus of positive associations while others, semantically just as innocuous, wind up shouldering a portfolio of bad feelings.
Consider the different careers of the terms “democracy” and “populism.”
Do you know any responsible person who would admit to being opposed to democracy? No one who does not enjoy a large private income would risk it. But lots of people are willing to declare themselves anti-populist. The discrepancy is curious for several reasons.
It was not at all clear, Madison thought, that democracy was a reliable custodian of liberty.
For one thing, it is a testament to the almost Darwinian hardiness of the word “democracy.” In the fierce struggle among ideas for survival, “democracy” has not only survived but thrived. This is despite the fact that political thinkers from Plato and Aristotle through Cicero and down to modern times have been deeply suspicious of democracy. Aristotle thought democracy the worst form of government, all but inevitably leading to ochlocracy or mob rule, which is no rule.
In Federalist 10, James Madison famously warned that history had shown that democratic regimes have “in general been as short in their lives as they have been violent in their deaths.” “Theoretic politicians,” he wrote—and it would be hard to find a more contemptuous deployment of the word “theoretic”—such politicians may have advocated democracy, but that is only because of their dangerous and utopian ignorance of human nature. It was not at all clear, Madison thought, that democracy was a reliable custodian of liberty.
Nevertheless, nearly everyone wants to associate himself with the word “democracy.” Totalitarian regimes like to describe themselves as the “Democratic Republic” of wherever. Conservatives champion the advantages of “democratic capitalism.” Central planners of all stripes eagerly deploy programs advertised as enhancing or extending “democracy.” Even James Madison came down on the side of a subspecies of democracy, one filtered through the modulating influence of a large, diverse population and an elaborate scheme of representation that softened (Madison said “excluded”) the influence of “the people in their collective capacity.”
“Democracy,” in short, is a eulogistic word, what the practical philosopher Stephen Potter in another context apostrophized as an “OK word.” And it is worth noting, as Potter would have been quick to remind us, that the people pronouncing those eulogies delight in advertising themselves as, and are generally accepted as, “OK people.” Indeed, the class element and the element of moral approbation—of what some genius has summarized as “virtue signaling”—are key.
It is quite otherwise with “populism.” At first blush, this seems odd because the word “populism” occupies a semantic space closely adjacent to “democracy.” “Democracy” means “rule by the demos,” the people. “Populism,” according to The American Heritage Dictionary, describes “A political philosophy directed to the needs of the common people and advancing a more equitable distribution of wealth and power”— that is, just the sorts of things that the people, were they to rule, would seek.
But the fact is that “populism” is ambivalent at best. Sometimes, it is true, a charismatic figure can survive and even illuminate the label “populist” like a personal halo. Bernie Sanders managed this trick among the eco-conscious, racially omnivorous, non-gender-stereotyping, anti-capitalist beneficiaries of capitalism who made up his core constituency.
But it was always my impression that in this case the term “populist” was fielded less by Sanders or his followers than by his rivals and the media in an effort to fix him in the public’s mind as one of the many lamentable examples of not-Hillary, who herself was presumed to be popular though not populist.
There are at least two sides to the negative association under which the term “populist” struggles. On the one hand, there is the issue of demagoguery. Some commentators tell us that “populist” and “demagogue” are essentially synonyms (though they rarely point out that demagogos simply meant “a popular leader,” e.g., Pericles). The association of demagoguery and populism describes what we might call the command-and-control aspect of populism. The populist leader is said to forsake reason and moderation in order to stir the dark, chthonic passions of a semi-literate and spiritually unelevated populace.
On the other hand, there is the issue of the fertile but unedifying soil of that populace upon which the demagogic leader works. Anyone who has looked at the commentary on Brexit, the campaign and early months of the Trump administration, or the recent French election will have noted this.
Consider, to take but one example, how often the word “anger” and its cognates are deployed to evoke the psychological and moral failings of both the populist multitude and its putative leaders. In a remarkable, apocalyptic effusion published in the early hours of November 9, 2016, David Remnick, the editor of The New Yorker, warned that the Trump presidency represented “a rebellion against liberalism itself,” an “angry assault” on the civil rights of women, blacks, immigrants, homosexuals, and countless others. Later commentators warned about our “angry, cynical times,” the “raw, angry and aggrieved” tone of Trump’s rhetoric, the unchaperoned “anger” of Americans who felt they “had been left behind.” “Trump’s Anger Could Lead Down a Dangerous Road,” quoth cnn. “Inside Trump’s Anger and Impatience—and His Sudden Decision to Fire Comey,” The Washington Post. “How Festering Anger at Comey Ended in His Firing,” The New York Times.
There are occasional acknowledgments that the diagnosed “anger” may be understandable, even justified. But we are left with the unmistakeable impression that the phenomenon as a whole is something vicious and irrational. Anger “festers.” It leads to “sudden,” i.e., impulsive decisions. The road it steers us toward could be “dangerous.” (Ah, how cheap is possibility: when we read that “could be” dangerous, do we also think, as we should, that it might just as well not be?)
Populism seems incapable of escaping the association with demagoguery and moral darkness. Like the foul-smelling wounds of Philoctetes, the stench is apparently incurable. Granted, there are plenty of historical reasons for the association between demagoguery and populism, as such names as the brothers Tiberius and Gaius Gracchus, Father Coughlin, and Huey Long remind us.
Populism seems incapable of escaping the association with demagoguery and moral darkness.
Still, I suspect that in the present context the apparently unbreakable association between populism and demagoguery has less to do with any natural affinity than with cunning rhetorical weaponization. “Populism,” that is to say, is wielded less as a descriptive than as a delegitimizing term. Successfully charge someone with populist sympathies and you get, free and for nothing, both the imputation of demagoguery and what was famously derided as a “deplorable” and “irredeemable” cohort. The element of existential depreciation is almost palpable.
So is the element of condescension. Inseparable from the diagnosis of populism is the implication not just of incompetence but also of a crudity that is part aesthetic and part moral. Hence the curiously visceral distaste expressed by elite opinion for signs of populist sympathy. When Hillary Clinton charged that half of Donald Trump’s supporters were an “irredeemable” “basket of deplorables,” when Barack Obama castigated small-town Republican voters as “bitter” folk who “cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment,” what they expressed was not disagreement but condescending revulsion.
Ithink I first became aware that the charge of populist sympathies could have a powerful political, moral, and class delegitimizing effect when I was in London last June to cover the Brexit vote. Nearly everyone I met, from Tory ministers to taxi drivers, from tourists to tradesmen, was a Remainer. The higher up the income and class scale you went, the more likely it was that your interlocutor would be in favor of Britain’s remaining in the European Union. And the more pointed would be his disparagement of those arguing in favor of Brexit. The Brexiteers were said to be “angry,” yes, but also ignorant, fearful, xenophobic, and racist.
Except that they weren’t, not the ones I met, anyway. For them, Brexit turned on a simple question: “Who rules?” Is the ultimate source of British sovereignty Parliament, as had been the case for centuries? Or is it Brussels, seat of the European Union?
The question of sovereignty, I believe, takes us to the heart of what in recent years has been touted and tarred as the populist project.
Consider Britain. Parliament answers to the British voters. The European Union answers to—well, to itself. Indeed, it is worth pausing to remind ourselves how profoundly undemocratic is the European Union. Its commissioners are appointed, not elected. They cannot be turned out of office by voters. If the public votes contrary to the wishes of the E.U.’s commissars in a referendum, they are simply presented with another referendum until they vote the “right” way. The E.U.’s financial books have never been subject to a public audit. The corruption is just too widespread. Yet the E.U.’s agents wield extraordinary power over the everyday lives of their charges. A commissioner in Brussels can tell a property owner in Wales what sort of potatoes he may plant on his farm, how he must calculate the weight of the products he sells, and whom he must allow into his country. He can outlaw “racism” and “xenophobia”—defined as harboring “an aversion” to people based on “race, colour, descent, religion or belief, national or ethnic origin” and specify a penalty of “at least” two years’ imprisonment for infractions. He can “lawfully suppress,” as the London Telegraph reported, “political criticism of its institutions and of leading figures,” thus rendering the commissars of the E.U. not only beyond the vote but also beyond criticism.
It’s a little different in the United States. I’ll come to that below. At the moment, it is worth noting to what extent the metabolism of this political dispensation was anticipated by Alexis de Tocqueville in his famous passages about “democratic despotism” in Democracy in America. Unlike despotism of yore, Tocqueville noted, this modern allotrope does not tyrannize over man—it infantilizes him. And it does this by promulgating ever more cumbersome rules and regulations that reach into the interstices of everyday life to hamper initiative, stymie independence, stifle originality, homogenize individuality. This power, said Tocqueville, “extends its arms over society as a whole.”
It does not break wills, but it softens them, bends them, and directs them; it rarely forces one to act, but it constantly opposes itself to one’s acting; it does not destroy, it prevents things from being born; it does not tyrannize, it hinders, compromises, enervates, extinguishes, dazes, and finally reduces each nation to being nothing more than a herd of timid and industrious animals of which the government is the shepherd.
Tocqueville’s analysis has led many observers to conclude that the villain in this drama is the state. But the political philosopher James Burnham, writing in the early 1940s in The Managerial Revolution, saw that the real villain was not the state as such but the bureaucracy that maintained and managed it. It is easy to mock the apparatchiks who populate the machinery of government. Thus James H. Boren writes wickedly that “the noblest of all of man’s struggles are those in which dedicated bureaucrats, armed with the spirit of dynamic inaction, have fought to protect the ramparts of creative nonresponsiveness from the onslaughts of mere citizens who have demanded action in their behalf.” But the comic potential of the morass should not blind us to the minatory nature of the phenomenon. Indeed, it presents a specimen case of the general truth that the preposterous and the malevolent often co-mingle. The shepherd of which Tocqueville wrote was really a flock of shepherds, a coterie of managers who, in the guise of doing the state’s business, prosecuted their own advantage and gradually became a self-perpetuating elite that arrogated to itself power over the levers of society.
Anatomizing this sleight-of-hand is at the center of “James Burnham’s Managerial Elite,” Julius Krein’s essay in the inaugural issue of American Affairs. “Although the managerial elite uses the state as an instrument to acquire power,” Krein notes, “the real enemy is not the state but rather the managerial separation of political and economic power from the liberal social contract.”
This separation of the real power of society from the economy and political life renders the managerial elite all but untouchable. And this, as Burnham saw, was the property neither of liberalism nor of conservatism but rather of anterior forces that engulfed both. “The contradiction of contemporary conservatism,” Krein writes,
is that it is an attempt to restore the culture and politics of bourgeois capitalism while accelerating the economy of managerialism. Because of its failure to recognize this contradiction, “much of conservative doctrine is, if not quite bankrupt, more and more obviously obsolescent,” as Burnham wrote in 1972. Since then it has only evolved from obsolescent to counterproductive. At this point, expanding “free markets” no longer has anything to do with classical American capitalism. It is simply the further emancipation of the managerial elite from any obligations to the political community. Likewise, promoting democracy as an abstract, universalist principle only undermines the sovereignty of the American people by rejecting national interests as a legitimate ground of foreign policy.
Sovereignty, Burnham saw, was shifting from Parliaments to what he called “administrative bureaus,” which increasingly are the seats of real power and, as such, “proclaim the rules, make the laws, issue the decrees.” As far back as the early 1940s, Burnham could write that “ ‘Laws’ today in the United States . . . are not being made any longer by Congress, but by the nlrb, sec, icc, aaa, tva, ftc, fcc, the Office of Production Management (what a revealing title!), and the other leading ‘executive agencies.’ ” And note that Burnham wrote decades before the advent of the epa, hud, cfpb, fsoc, the Department of Education, and the rest of the administrative alphabet soup that governs us in the United States today.
Iam convinced that the issue of sovereignty, of what we might call the location of sovereignty, has played a large role in the rise of the phenomenon we describe as “populism” in the United States as well as Europe. For one thing, the question of sovereignty, of who governs, stands behind the rebellion against the political correctness and moral meddlesomeness that are such conspicuous and disfiguring features of our increasingly bureaucratic society. The smothering, Tocquevillian blanket of regulatory excess has had a wide range of practical and economic effects, stifling entrepreneurship and making any sort of productive innovation difficult.
A reassertion of independence.
But perhaps its deepest effects are spiritual or psychological. The many assaults against free speech on college campuses, the demand for “safe spaces” and “trigger warnings” against verbal or fashion-inspired “micro-aggressions” (Mexican hats, “offensive” Halloween costumes, etc.) are part of this dictatorship of political correctness. In The Road to Serfdom, Friedrich Hayek said that one of the “main points” of his argument concerned “the psychological change,” the “alteration of the character of the people,” that extensive government control brought in its wake. The alteration involves a process of softening, enervation, infantilization even: an exchange of the challenges of liberty and self-reliance—the challenges, that is to say, of adulthood—for the coddling pleasures of dependence. Max Weber spoke in this context of “Ordnungsmenschen,” men who had become increasingly dependent on an order imposed upon them from above. Breaking with that drift becomes more and more difficult the more habituated to dependence a people becomes. In this sense, what has been described as a populist upsurge against political correctness is simply a reassertion of independence, a reclamation of what turns out to be a most uncommon virtue, common sense.
The issue of sovereignty also stands behind the debate over immigration: indeed, is any issue more central to the question Who governs? than who gets to decide a nation’s borders and how a country defines its first person plural: the “We” that makes us who we are as a people?
Throughout his campaign, Donald Trump promised to enforce America’s immigration laws, to end so-called “sanctuary cities,” which advertise themselves as safe havens for illegal aliens (though of course they do not call them “illegal aliens”), and to sharpen vetting procedures for people wishing to immigrate to America from countries known as sponsors of terrorism.
The President sometimes overstated and not infrequently misstated his case. Semantic precision is not a Trumpian speciality. But political effectiveness may be. Behind the Sturm und Drang that greeted Trump’s rhetoric on immigration, we can glimpse two very different concepts of the nation state and world order. One view sees the world as a collection of independent sovereign countries that, although interacting with one another, regard the care, safety, and prosperity of their own citizens as their first obligation. This is the traditional view of the nation state. It is also Donald Trump’s view. It is what licenses his talk of putting “America First,” a concept that, pace the anti-Trump media, has nothing to do with Charles Lindbergh’s isolationist movement of the late 1930s and everything to do with fostering a healthy sense of national identity and purpose.
The alternative view regards the nation state with suspicion as an atavistic form of political and social organization. The nation state might still be a practical necessity, but, the argument goes, it is a regrettable necessity inasmuch as it retards mankind’s emancipation from the parochial bonds of place and local allegiance. Ideally, according to this view, we are citizens of the world, not particular countries, and our fundamental obligation is to all mankind.
This is the progressive view. It has many progenitors and antecedents. But none is more influential than “Perpetual Peace: A Philosophical Sketch,” a brief essay that Immanuel Kant published in 1795 when he was seventy-one. The burden of the essay is to ask how perpetual peace might be obtained among states. The natural condition of mankind, Kant acknowledges, is war. But with the advent of “enlightened concepts of statecraft,” mankind, he suggests, may be able to transcend that unfortunate habit of making war and live in perpetual (ewigen) comity.
Kant lists various conditions for the initial establishment of peace—the eventual abolition of standing armies, for example—and a few conditions for its perpetuation: the extension of “universal hospitality” by nations was something that caught my eye. Ditto “world citizenship.” “The idea of . . . world citizenship,” he says at the end of the essay, “is no high-flown or exaggerated notion. It is a supplement to the unwritten code of the civil and international law, indispensable for the maintenance of the public human rights and hence also of perpetual peace.”
It is one thing to declare war illegal; it is quite another to enforce that edict.
Kant makes many observations along the way that will be balm to progressive hearts. He is against “the accumulation of treasure,” for example, because wealth is “a hindrance to perpetual peace.” By the same token, he believes that forbidding the system of international credit that the British empire employed “must be a preliminary article of perpetual peace.” Credit can be deployed to increase wealth, ergo it is suspect. Kant says that all states must be “republican” in organization. By that he means not that they must be democracies but only that the executive and legislative functions of the state be distinguished. (Indeed, he says that democracy, “properly speaking,” is “necessarily a despotism” because in it the executive and legislative functions of governments are both vested in one entity, “the people.”) He looks forward to the establishment of a “league of nations” (Völkerbund), all of which would freely embrace a republican form of government.
It would be hard to overstate the influence of Kant’s essay. It stands behind such progressive exfoliations as Woodrow Wilson’s “Fourteen Points,” not least the final point that looked forward to the establishment of a League of Nations. You can feel its pulse beating in the singing phrases of the 1928 Kellogg-Briand Pact, which outlawed war. It is worth noting that among the initial fifteen signatories of that noble-sounding pact, along with the United States, France, and England, were Germany, Italy, and Japan. What does that tell us about the folly of trusting paper proclamations not backed up by the authority of physical force? It is one thing to declare war illegal; it is quite another to enforce that edict.
Kant’s essay also directly inspired the architects of the United Nations and, in our own day, the architects of the European Union and the battalions of transnational progressives who jettison democracy for the sake of a more-or-less nebulous (but not therefore un-coercive) ideal of world citizenship.
I would not care to wager on how many of the hysterics who congregated at airports across the country to protest Donald Trump’s effort to make the citizens of this country safer were students of Kant. Doubtless very few. But all were his unwitting heirs. “Universal hospitality”: how the protestors would have liked that! (Though to be fair to Kant, he did note that such hospitality “is not the right to be a permanent visitor.”) I have no doubt that the motivation of the protestors had many sources. But to the extent that it was based on a political ideal (and not just partisan posturing or a grubby bid for notoriety and power), the spirit of Kant was hovering there in the background.
Kant was not without a sense of humor. He begins his essay by noting that he took his title from a sign outside a Dutch pub. “Pax Perpetua” read the sign, and below the lettering was the image of a graveyard. Perhaps the universal perpetuity of death is the only peace that mankind may really look forward to. Kant clearly wouldn’t agree, but it was charming of him to acknowledge that the idea of a genuine perpetual peace for mankind might be regarded by many as nothing more than a “sweet dream” of philosophers.
What has been called the populist spirit aims to rouse us from that “sweet dream”—what James Madison might have called the “theoretic” reverie of the meddling class whose designs for our salvation always seem to involve the extension of their own power and prerogative. In this sense, the issue of sovereignty also stands behind the debates over the relative advantages and moral weather of “globalism” vs. “nationalism”—a pair of terms almost as fraught as “democracy” and “populism”—as well as the correlative economic issues of underemployment and wage stagnation. “Theoretic” politicians may advocate “globalism” as a necessary condition for free trade. But the spirit of local control tempers the cosmopolitan project of a borderless world with a recognition that the nation state has been the best guarantor not only of sovereignty but also of broadly shared prosperity. What we might call the ideology of free trade—the globalist aspiration to transcend the impediments of national identity and control—is an abstraction that principally benefits its architects. As R. R. Reno, the editor of First Things, pointed out in a recent Op-Ed for The New York Times, “Globalism poses a threat to the future of democracy because it disenfranchises the vast majority and empowers a technocratic elite.”
In the end, what James Burnham described as the “managerial revolution” is part of a larger progressive project. The aim of this project is partly to emancipate mankind from such traditional sources of self-definition as national identity, religious affiliation, and specific cultural rootedness, partly to perpetuate and aggrandize the apparatus that oversees the resulting dissolution. Burnham castigates this hypertrophied form of liberalism (what we might call “illiberal liberalism”) as “an ideology of suicide” that has insinuated itself into the center of Western culture. He acknowledges that the proposition may sound hyperbolic. “Suicide,” he notes, may seem “too emotive a term, too negative and ‘bad.’ ” But it is part of the pathology that Burnham describes that such objections are “most often made most hotly by Westerners who hate their own civilization, readily excuse or even praise blows struck against it, and themselves lend a willing hand, frequently enough, to pulling it down.” The issue, Burnham saw, is that modern liberalism has equipped us with an ethic too abstract and empty to inspire real commitment. Modern liberalism, he writes,
does not offer ordinary men compelling motives for personal suffering, sacrifice, and death. There is no tragic dimension in its picture of the good life. Men become willing to endure, sacrifice, and die for God, for family, king, honor, country, from a sense of absolute duty or an exalted vision of the meaning of history. . . . And it is precisely these ideas and institutions that liberalism has criticized, attacked, and in part overthrown as superstitious, archaic, reactionary, and irrational. In their place liberalism proposes a set of pale and bloodless abstractions—pale and bloodless for the very reason that they have no roots in the past, in deep feeling and in suffering. Except for mercenaries, saints, and neurotics, no one is willing to sacrifice and die for progressive education, medicare, humanity in the abstract, the United Nations, and a ten percent rise in Social Security payments.
In his view, the primary function of liberalism was to “permit Western civilization to be reconciled to dissolution,” to view weakness, failure, even collapse not as a defeat but “as the transition to a new and higher order in which Mankind as a whole joins in a universal civilization that has risen above the parochial distinctions, divisions, and discriminations of the past.”
What has been called “populism” is a visceral reaction against these forces of dissolution.
Around the time that Donald Trump took office, his chief strategist Steve Bannon said that his goal was to “deconstruct the administrative state.” The phrase “administrative state”—also called “the regulatory state” or “the deep state”—has lately floated into common parlance. In The Administrative Threat, the legal scholar Philip Hamburger describes it as “a state within a state,” a sort of parallel legal and political structure populated by unelected bureaucrats. This amorphous congeries of agencies and regulations has become, Hamburger argues, “the dominant reality of American governance,” intruding everywhere into economic and social life.
What has been called “populism” is a visceral reaction against forces of dissolution.
Article I of the Constitution vests all legislative power in Congress, just as Article III vests all judicial authority in the Court. The administrative state is a mechanism for circumventing both. As such, Hamburger argues, the administrative state operates outside the Constitution.
When the Constitution places all legislative powers in Congress, it gives Congress not only the power to make law but also the power to unmake it. And it thereby bars the executive from suspending or dispensing with the law. When the Constitution, moreover, places the judicial power in the courts and guarantees the due process of law, it precludes the executive from telling the courts not to apply the law, and prevents the courts from abandoning their own judgment about what the law requires.
Binding citizens not through Congressionally enacted statutes but through the edicts of the managerial bureaucracy, the administrative state is “all about the evasion of governance through law, including an evasion of constitutional processes and procedural rights.” Accordingly, Hamburger concludes, the encroaching activity of the administrative state represents “the nation’s preeminent threat to civil liberties.”
Hamburger draws an analogy between the behavior of the administrative state and the behavior of such despotic monarchs as James I, Charles I, and James II. Instead of persuading Parliament to repeal or revise a statute, the British king simply evaded its force by decreeing that some or all of his subjects were not subject to its strictures. His power was absolute not merely in the sense that it was all but unlimited but also in the sense that it was independent or outside of the law. Students of Latin will recall the Ablative Absolute, a construction in which an ablative phrase is absolutum, “loosened” from or independent of the main clause of a sentence. Hamburger shows how the growth of the administrative state represents an extralegal “revival of absolute power” in this sense, one that threatens to transform Constitutional rights and guarantees into mere “options” that the government bestows or withholds at its pleasure. “The evasion,” he notes, “thereby changes the very nature of procedural rights. Such rights traditionally were assurances against the government. Now they are but one of the choices for government in its exercise of power. Though the government must respect these rights when it proceeds against Americans in court, it has the freedom to escape them by taking an administrative path.”
Just as British kings in the seventeenth century evaded Parliament through such expedients as the Star Chamber and the exercise of royal prerogatives and royal waivers—what John Adams castigated as “those badges of domination called prerogatives”—so the administrative state today operates in violation of the Constitution and beyond the authority of Congress. Barack Obama decreed that certain politically unpalatable provisions of the Affordable Care Act not be enforced, and presto, they were not enforced, even though they were the law of the land. He instructed his Department of Justice to intervene to prevent Arizona and other states from enforcing certain aspects of immigration law. He even forced public institutions to accommodate self-declared “transgender” persons in the toilets of their choice; he connived with lawsuits punishing bakers and Catholic hospitals and hobby shops who chose not to join this week’s politically correct campaign for the sexually exotic. The Constitution may have vested all legislative power in Congress and entrusted all judicial power to the courts, but the administrative state sidesteps those requirements by erecting a parallel bureaucratic structure of enforcement and control.
The administrative state today operates in violation of the Constitution.
“Eighteenth-century Americans,” Hamburger notes, “assumed that a rule could have the obligation of law only if it came from the constitutionally established legislature elected by the people.” Today, Americans find their lives directed by a jumble of agencies far removed from the legislature and staffed by bureaucrats who make and enforce a vast network of rules that govern nearly every aspect of our lives.
One of the most disturbing aspects of Hamburger’s analysis is the historical connection he exposes between the expansion of the franchise in the early twentieth century and the growth of administrative, that is to say, extra-legal, power. For the people in charge, equality of voting rights was one thing. They could live with that. But the tendency of newly enfranchised groups—the “bitter clingers” and “deplorables” of yore—to reject progressive initiatives was something else again. As Woodrow Wilson noted sadly, “The bulk of mankind is rigidly unphilosophical, and nowadays the bulk of mankind votes.” What to do?
The solution was to shift real power out of elected bodies and into the hands of the right sort of people, enlightened people, progressive people, people, that is to say, like Woodrow Wilson. Thus Wilson welcomed the advent of administrative power as a counterweight to encroaching democratization. And thus it was, as Hamburger points out, that we have seen a transfer of legislative power to the “knowledge class,” the managerial elite that James Burnham anatomized.
A closer look at the so-called “knowledge class” shows that what it knows best is how to preserve and extend its own privileges. Its activities are swaddled in do-gooder rhetoric about serving the public, looking after “the environment,” helping the disadvantaged, etc., but what they chiefly excel at is consolidating their own power.
In Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents (1770), Edmund Burke criticized the Court of George III for circumventing Parliament and establishing by stealth what amounted to a new regime of royal prerogative and influence-peddling. It was not as patent as the swaggering courts of James I or Charles I. George and his courtiers maintained the appearance of parliamentary supremacy. But a closer look showed that the system was corrupt. “It was soon discovered,” Burke wrote with sly understatement, “that the forms of a free, and the ends of an arbitrary Government, were things not altogether incompatible.” That discovery stands behind the growth of the administrative state. Under the cloak of democratic institutions, its essentially undemocratic activities pursue an expansionist agenda that threatens liberty in the most comprehensive way, by circumventing the law.
At the same time, however, a growing recognition of the totalitarian goals of the administrative state has fed what many have called a populist uprising here and in Europe. “Populist” is one word for the phenomenon. An affirmation of sovereignty, underwritten by a passion for freedom, is another, possibly more accurate, phrase.
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A Drinker’s Diary

It is a crisp, beautiful spring day as I write. The air is light and clear. The skies are a color I have always thought of as Virgin Mary blue, punctuated here and there by attractively arranged puffs of clouds at their whitest and least threatening. The greens of the verdure are at their most flashing and emerald-like.
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A Few Thoughts on Suffering

Since suffering is such a regular concomitant of human life, it isn’t surprising that the world’s great religions lavish a lot of attention on the subject.
Buddhism and Stoicism seek to solve the problem of suffering by short-circuiting its motor: attachment to the world.
There is, for example, a famous passage in Lucretius’s “De Rerum Natura” (Concerning the Nature of Things) that speaks of the sweetness of watching from the safety of land a boat tossed about in a battering storm.
“The sweetness,” Lucretius writes, “lies in watching evils you yourself are free from.”
Like Buddhism, Lucretius’s Stoicism endeavors to solve the problem of suffering by denying it, by plucking us out of the cares and concerns of life and transforming us into Olympian observers:
“How sweet, again,” Lucretius writes, “to see the clash of battle / Across the plains, yourself immune to danger.”
It’s easy to see that attraction of such a view of life—immunity or at least resistance to life’s travails is a tempting substitute for life’s pleasures—but it’s also easy to see its limitations.
A dollop of stoicism may be a salutary thing, indistinguishable from the traditional Brit’s stiff upper lip in the face of life’s quotidian adversities.
But elevated into a philosophy of life, it has the disadvantage of exiling one from life’s riches.
You avoid the penalty of desire by the severe expedient of never wanting or caring for anything.
It’s also worth noting that Stoicism tends to work best when the tests to which it’s subjected are light.
Serious calamity can usually be counted on to spoil its tranquility.
In any event, I mention the by-way of Stoicism and its allotropes (Buddhism, the philosophies of Schopenhauer and George Santayana, etc.) not to endorse them but simply to fill out the roster of possible responses to the question: What is the meaning of (which implies the further question, what is the solution to) suffering?
In “Agamemnon,” Aeschylus wrote that “wisdom comes only through suffering.”
Maybe. But the observation that “ignorance is bliss” has a historical patent just as venerable if not so exalted.
The Book of Job is perhaps the most awful (in the old sense, i.e., awe-inspiring) book of the Bible.
It’s full of wisdom, from Job’s observation that “Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble,” to the image of Satan “walking to and fro in the earth and walking up and down in it.”
That was a long time ago, but Satan is a tireless pedestrian; he’s walking here still.
For me, the most powerful passages of Job came toward the end, when God answers Job out of the whirlwind and puts to him that long list of unanswerable questions (“Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the Earth?”).
These passages have the effect not only of demonstrating God’s greatness but also of reminding us of his inscrutability.
If Job forbears to follow his wife’s advice (“Curse God, and die”), it isn’t because he understands but because he submits to God’s will.
In this context, it’s worth noting that many scholars believe that Job’s happy ending, when “the Lord gave Job twice as much as he had before,” was a later interpolation—a concession, perhaps, to the same scruple that led some Victorian moralizers to graft a happy ending on to “King Lear.”
What is the meaning of suffering?
To say that something has “meaning” is to say that it gestures beyond itself: that it achieves its full significance only when attached to something else.
Does suffering possess this semantic leaven?
That’s an alchemy we must each perform for ourselves.
There’s something untoward, not to say downright obscene, about presuming upon the suffering of others.
When we ask whether suffering has “meaning,” we covertly imply that it would be a good thing if it did, that “meaning” would exude something analgesic or propitiatory to calm the sting of suffering.
In the end, the meaning of suffering must wait upon one’s answer to the question: What is the meaning of life?
And that’s a question we don’t answer in words but in deeds. When we ask about the meaning of suffering, we’re often led to dwell on how we feel.
Much more important is how we behave.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau taught us to equate virtue with the emotion of virtue, i.e., with a species of narcissism.
Voltaire offered a salubrious antidote when he asked, “What is virtue, my friend? It is to do good: let us do it, and that’s enough. We won’t look into your motives.”
That wouldn’t have pleased Kant (to say nothing of Rousseau), but what a breath of fresh air!
Suffering can make us wiser.
It can also just make us harder, which isn’t the same thing (though it can look alike to the untrained eye).
Aristotle was right, I think, when he observed that courage is the most important virtue, because without courage you can’t reliably practice any of the other virtues.
And here I come back to the issue of gratitude.
It’s curious, perhaps, but the virtue most complicit with suffering is gratitude—not, I hasten to add, gratitude for suffering itself but rather gratitude for the amplitude that suffering jerks us into recognizing anew.
I say this not proscriptively, but merely as a matter of observation, based on the testimony of many people who have endured grievous suffering and come out, so to speak, on the other side.
It doesn’t always happen that way, of course, and it’s worth stressing again the unseemliness of exacting gratitude from anyone but oneself.
But within the interstices of one’s own heart, the moral economy of suffering seems to require gratitude if it isn’t to fester.
And here, I think, I might venture a small correction of Aristotle.
Cardinal Newman was right when he said that, about most subjects, to think as did Aristotle was to think correctly.
But I have to take issue with Aristotle’s definition of man as the “rational animal.”
The “ungrateful animal” is usually closer to the truth.
I don’t, by the way, exempt myself from that observation. But that brings us to the threshold of other mysteries.
In the human world, unlike the world of nature more generally, when we speak about suffering it’s appropriate to speak of the problem of suffering.
That may sound cryptic. What I mean is that man is a meaning-seeking (and meaning-finding) animal.
For him, suffering isn’t simply a natural event, synonymous with pain or misfortune.
Suffering isn’t an end itself; it becomes what it is only in the context of the cares and concerns of human life.
Even the existentialists, who championed absurdity as the meaning of life, couldn’t rest until they bore witness at least to that hard-won truth (if it is a truth) about the human condition.
Man would rather have the void as meaning, Nietzsche observed, than be void of meaning.
A dog or a cat might suffer; they don’t regard their suffering as a challenge to their understanding of the world.
I’m not sure that there’s much solace to be wrung from the fact that man is the only animal for whom suffering is a problem.
But it does remind us of the radical incompleteness of human life: that no man, as the poet John Donne put it, is an island, entire of itself.
That does nothing to blunt the sting of suffering. In the end, understanding isn’t an analgesic. But it is, perhaps, a light shining in the darkness.
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A Few Words About Elitism

Some words have interesting careers.
Think of all the different—sometimes contradictory—meanings that have accreted around some very common words.
“Democracy” is one, as is “liberal.”
Once you start thinking about it, you realize that many of the words we commonly use to name important things are very slippery indeed.
This would be more of a book than a column were I to delve deeply or broadly into this linguistic-semiotic phenomenon.
Relax.
I don’t propose to delve at all deeply or broadly into this subject.
Rather, I want to say just a few words about the career of another common word, “elitism,” and its cognates.
Like many of my conservative confrères, I often use the word “elitist” in a negative sense.
I mean the self-appointed elite of our nomenklatura: the bureaucrats who manage the administrative state in Washington, various state capitals, and corresponding insular, self-infatuated oases in the European Union and such comically malevolent redoubts as the World Economic Forum in Davos.
Such emissaries of the kinder, gentler (gentler for now) totalitarian impulse deserve the epithet “elite” in part because of their economic status, but mostly because of a congeries of sociological factors that we might describe metonymically as “Harvard.”
It’s curious, however, that “elitist” in this sense must be distinguished from another, also negative, deployment of the word.
For the left, too, “elitist” is, or at least was, an all-purposive negative epithet—a little semantic stink-bomb that, emptied of any definite meaning, is almost as potent as “racist” in bringing discussion to a grinding halt and clearing a room.
When did that happen?
William Henry, in his unfairly neglected book “In Defense of Elitism” (1994), speculates that the great change came “somewhere along Bill Clinton’s path to the White House.”
By the mid-1990s, Henry observed, “The very word, used as a label, seems to be considered enough for today’s rhetoricians to dismiss their opponents as defeated beyond redemption.”
I should point out that, unlike me, Henry wasn’t a knuckle-dragging, right-wing fascist hyena.
Indeed, he wasn’t a hyena of any kind, but, on the contrary, was a life-long Democrat whose heroes included Hubert Humphrey, Martin Luther King Jr., etc., etc.
Nevertheless, Henry understood that by enrolling “elitism” in the politically correct index verborum prohibitorum, one effectively condemns oneself to the cognitive dissonance of perpetual mendacity. The political philosopher Harvey Mansfield once spoke of “the self-evident half-truth that all men are created equal.”
It’s a politically expedient fiction as well as a judicial ideal.
It’s curious, though, that anti-elitist partisans of equality draw the line at legalequality: When it comes to justice, what they want isn’t dispassionate evenhandedness but a certain predetermined outcome.
In the realm of talent and achievement, however, the ideology of equality is a fantasy, and a dangerous one at that.
Henry dilated tartly on “the simple fact that some people are better than others—smarter, harder working, more learned, more productive, harder to replace.”
Indeed, he went further. “Some ideas are better than others, some values more enduring, some works of art more universal.”
Henry died before his book was published, which might have been a mercy.
He wouldn’t have been forgiven for sentences such as this: “Some cultures, though we dare not say it, are more accomplished than others and therefore more worthy of study.”
Sure, “Every corner of the human race may have something to contribute,” but “that does not mean that all contributions are equal. … It is scarcely the same thing to put a man on the moon as to put a bone in your nose.”
I hope you were sitting down for that last observation.
It was true, too true, but hardly the sort your common or garden-variety dean of diversity would look kindly upon.
Henry’s point was that reality is elitist.
Failure to acknowledge that might make you feel kinder, gentler, etc., but at the significant cost of living a lie.
Remember Barack Obama’s description of some small-town Pennsylvanians as bitter, gun-clinging, narrowly religious yahoos who reflexively dislike anyone not like themselves?
That statement was self-righteous; it was blinkered; it was bigoted, emotionally impoverished, and otherwise odious.
But it wasn’t in any normal sense of the word “elitist.”
I don’t live in Pennsylvania.
But I do live in a small(ish) town; I think the Second Amendment is a vital prophylactic against the untoward prerogatives of state power, and I’d sooner “cling” to religion than the hectoring, welfare-state, just-let-us-tell-you-how-to-live-your-life directives dispensed by the Obamas and their heirs.
In the end, however, what bothers me about such directives isn’t their elitism but their arrogance.
Indeed, for connoisseurs of political savvy, perhaps the most disturbing thing about Obama’s infamous diatribe (it ranks right up there with Hillary Clinton’s “basket of deplorables” comment) was the contrast it revealed between the oleaginous, feel-your-pain evangelism of hope he had on an infinite playback loop and the disabused arrogance that crackles just beneath the burnished, campaign-trail mask of the people who would rule us.
The moral?
Faced with widespread criticism of their remarks, Obama and Clinton both prevaricated, objecting that they were misunderstood, that they didn’t put things “as well as they should have.”
But that was completely disingenuous.
Obama and Clinton both were plenty clear about their contempt for ordinary Americans. It’s worth reminding ourselves, though, that that contempt isn’t so much elitist as simply repulsive.
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A Force of History: Why Trump’s Influence Keeps Growing

Trump’s critics grow louder even as his resurgence cements him, for many, as a defining leader whose impact is reshaping the nation’s political era.
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A French Symposium

Just as night watchmen are constrained by duty to make their rounds, so are writers about wine. Sometimes the rounds are seasonal. Beaujolais Nouveau, for example, is released every year on the third Thursday of November at 12:01 a.m., just a few weeks after the September harvest. Gamay, the grape that makes Beaujolais, can be fresh, floral and ruby-like in this nymphet incarnation. Beaujolais Nouveau lacks the depth, succulence and complexity of more mature instances of Gamay — especially in Morgon and Côte du Py — but it is an agreeable, undemanding picnic wine that goes well with your preferred instantiation of déjeuner sur l’herbe.
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A Healing Zephyr of a Book

I first encountered “The Dangerous Book for Boys” in a London bookshop in the mid-2000s.
I liked its retro look—the lettering and typography of the cover recalls an earlier, more swashbuckling era—and I thought at first it must be a reprint.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that a book containing instructions on how to make catapults, how to hunt and cook a rabbit, how to play poker, how to make a waterbomb, was published today, the high noon of nannydom.
The first chapter, “Essential Gear” (“Essential Kit” in the UK edition), lists a Swiss Army knife, for heaven’s sake, not to mention matches and a magnifying glass: “For general interest. Can also be used to start fires.”
Probably, the book would have to be checked with the rest of your luggage at the airport: If you can’t bring a bottle of water on the airplane, how do you suppose a book advocating knives and incendiary devices is going to go over?
Why, even the title is a provocation.
The tort lawyers must be salivating over the word “dangerous.” And I can only assume that the horrible grinding noise you hear is from Title IX fanatics congregating to protest the appearance of a book designed for the exclusive enjoyment of boys.
And speaking of “boys,” have you noticed how unprogressive the word sounds in today’s English?
It is almost as retrograde as “girls,” a word that I knew was on the way out when an academic couple I know proudly announced that they had just presented the world with a “baby woman.”
No, I did not make that up, and even after due allowances are made for the fact that the couple were, after all, academics and therefore peculiarly susceptible to such woke deformations, it’s clear that something fundamental is happening in our society.
Some speak about the “feminization” of America and Europe.
Scholars such as Christina Hoff Sommers have reported on the “war against boys.”
A public school near where I live gets high marks for “academic excellence,” but I note that they allow only 15 minutes of recess a day for kindergarteners and first graders.
Result: By 2 p.m. the boys are ready to explode.
That turns out to be a solvable problem, though, because a little Ritalin with the (wholegrain) cornflakes does wonders to keep Johnny from acting up.
In an interview, Conn Iggulden, speaking about his collaboration with his brother in writing “The Dangerous Book for Boys,” dilated on this campaign against the boy-like side of boyhood.
“They need to fall off things occasionally,” Mr. Iggulden said, “or … they’ll take worse risks on their own. If we do away with challenging playgrounds and cancel school trips for fear of being sued, we don’t end up with safer boys—we end up with them walking on train tracks.”
Quite right. “The Dangerous Book for Boys” is alive with such salubrious challenges.
Its epigraph, a 1903 letter from an army surgeon to the young Prince of Wales, advises: “The best motto for a long march is ‘Don’t grumble. Plug on.’”
How antique that stiff-upper-lippery sounds to our ears!
The book includes instructions on making “The Greatest Paper Plane in the World.”
Did you know that many schools have outlawed paper airplanes? Might strike a child in the eye, don’t you know?
And, of course, that’s only the beginning of what many schools outlaw. The game of tag is verboten, almost everywhere, a fact I learned when our son fell and broke his elbow while playing the game.
Into the swamp-like miasma of contemporary life, “The Dangerous Book for Boys” blows like a healing zephyr.
Mark Twain once included a note about “the weather in this book,” explaining that there wasn’t any.
There is a lot of weather in “The Dangerous Book for Boys,” and I do not just mean the sections devoted to cloud formations and such questions as “Why is the sky blue?” “What causes the wind?” and “Why is it hotter at the Equator?”
True, this book includes lots of indoor activities.
You’ll find out how to make a simple battery out of a bunch of quarters, aluminum foil, vinegar, and salt, for example, as well as how to make secret inks, fireproof cloth, and marbled paper.
There’s a section of useful quotations from Shakespeare, “Latin Phrases Every Boy Should Know,” and “Books Every Boy Should Read” (this is one of them, though it’s not on the list).
There are several engaging sections on words and grammar. There are also two sections devoted to famous battles, from Thermopylae and Cannae up through Waterloo, Gettysburg, and the Somme.
If you want a quick timeline of U.S. history, it’s here. So is information about “the golden age of piracy,” spies, codes, and ciphers, as well as coin tricks, dog tricks, and first aid.
There’s also—uh-oh: P.C. alert!—a chapter on the history of artillery.
Still, this is essentially an outdoor book.
The authors understand that boys and the outdoors go together like a hammer and nails.
It is sympathetic to dirt and looks kindly upon rocks, bugs, snakes, and woodpiles.
It is a book, in other words, that approves of derring-do and the testosterone that fires it.
The fact that “The Dangerous Book for Boys” was a runaway bestseller in England gives one hope.
And speaking of England, my chief recommendation is not just that you buy the book, but that you buy it twice.
Connoisseurs will want the UK as well as the U.S. edition. There are numerous differences.
There are little things such as prices being expressed in dollars, not pounds, and a chapter on baseball instead of one on cricket. American history has been substituted for the story of the British Empire.
I note that instead of a chapter called “Astronomy,” the U.S. edition offers us “Astronomy—the Study of the Heavens,” which I suppose tells us something about how the publisher views its U.S. readership.
I was also sorry to see that the chapter on catapults was dropped from the U.S. edition.
Why not make do with the UK edition, then? Well, for one thing, the U.S. edition includes the Navajo Code Talkers’ Dictionary. The U.S. Marines would have been lost without it in World War II. ’Nuff said.
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A History Lesson for Donald Trump

I take a page from history.
On Thursday, the Committee (you know which one) voted 9-0 to subpoena the former president.
Of course, he might refuse to comply with the subpoena. What then?
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A History Lesson for Joe Biden

Some moderately clever people, reflecting on the confusing morass of current events, knowingly quote George Santayana’s most famous observation: that those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
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A Mission of Guilt

How can one estimate the severity of a civilization’s addiction to pathological sentiments? Surely one measure is the extent to which the civilization attacks, repudiates, or otherwise undermines its key cultural achievements. As far as we have been able to determine, this pathology is peculiarly Western. The political philosopher James Burnham spoke in this context of the “suicide of the West.” Burnham thought the phenomenon inseparable from a certain species of frenetic but world-weary liberalism. Examples are not far to seek. The great factory for the production of such poisonous ideas, and the emotions upon which they feed, is the modern university, which seems never to have discovered an anti-Western idea it could not endorse.
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A More Reflective Trump Will Win in November

Dr. Johnson once remarked that the prospect of hanging in a fortnight concentrates the mind. So, apparently, does being shot.
At least, that’s part of what I took away from Donald Trump’s long and sober acceptance speech at the Republican National Convention last night.












