A great loss. I used to get immense enjoyment out of watching Bill corner mush-minded, Lefty journalists on Firing Line. He'd simply give them plenty of rope, then when they'd stuck their head in the noose, he'd tap his ever-present pen on his temple and ask them a very concise (usually one-sentence) question. That slamming sound they heard next was the gallows trap door dropping.
Many of the dolts were, of course, too stupid to know they'd just walked into an inescapable logic trap, built by the Grand High Master of Political Debate. Watching them try to argue an indefensible position was like watching a coyote chew its leg off to escape a spring trap: you don't really feel much sympathy for it to begin with, and you're just going to shoot it anyway when it's through chewing... but it was damned amusing to watch.
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A great loss. I used to get immense enjoyment out of watching Bill corner mush-minded, Lefty journalists on Firing Line. He'd simply give them plenty of rope, then when they'd stuck their head in the noose, he'd tap his ever-present pen on his temple and ask them a very concise (usually one-sentence) question. That slamming sound they heard next was the gallows trap door dropping.
Many of the dolts were, of course, too stupid to know they'd just walked into an inescapable logic trap, built by the Grand High Master of Political Debate. Watching them try to argue an indefensible position was like watching a coyote chew its leg off to escape a spring trap: you don't really feel much sympathy for it to begin with, and you're just going to shoot it anyway when it's through chewing... but it was damned amusing to watch.
Rest in peace, Bill.
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