ANALYSIS/OPINION:

Norman Podhoretz the longtime editor of Commentary magazine, now retired, is no longer an Inadvertent Conservative for Hillary (ICH).

He is voting for Donald Trump for president. The prospect of Hillary Clinton in the White House is too grisly for Norman. Probably his wife, Midge Decter, the gifted essayist, is too. Both are reasonable neoconservatives, which is to say, erstwhile liberals who moved over to conservatism sometime in the 1970s. I have known them for years.

In the late 1970s they made a similar calculation. They were two of only four neoconservatives to attend a dinner I held for the Republican candidate for president. That would be Ronald Reagan — for those millennials in my audience, Reagan was elected president in 1980 and he did pretty well for a guy over 30. Other neocons would not attend the dinner. Even Irving Kristol would not attend the dinner. He found Reagan “vulgar.” As I recall, the dinner was a great success. Reagan had mastered eating with a knife and a fork and he could tell a pretty good story. He even listened attentively to my guests. Doubtless, Donald would do equally well today, but it apparently will not happen this year. The rest of the neocons have calculated that he is at one with Hitler, Stalin and Mussolini. They have a sense of history, though at times it is a bit melodramatic.

I say Norman and Midge made a “calculation” because politics is usually a matter of calculating. Who, of the candidates in the field, comes closest to my ideal candidate? In 1980 that was Ronald Reagan and he, in fact, fulfilled our loftiest ideals. I recall Norman having his doubts about Reagan from time to time, for instance when the president sat down with Mikhail Gorbachev. But Reagan’s presidency was to be historic, and we were mere spectators — as were all those liberals who persisted in calling him a dimwit, even to the last days of his administration.

Now it is up to all of us to cast a vote that will be meaningful or to cast a vote that will be onanistic. I would rather cast my vote for a president than pleasure myself like a self-absorbed adolescent. I will stand with the Podhoretzes and vote for Donald. I predict he will be the most entertaining president since Reagan and possibly the most capable of bringing change to Washington. We certainly need it.

America does not need any more congenital liars in the White House. Some lies told by politicians are mere baloney. For instance, Bill Clinton’s lies about his golf score. Or for that matter, Barack Obama’s lies about his golf score. Other lies are more significant. Bill Clinton lies about personal problems even under oath. Barack Obama lies about his agreement with Iran. Hillary practices both types of lies. For instance, she lied about being under enemy fire in Bosnia and about being named after Sir Edmund Hillary. More recently, she lied about her emails to and from the Clinton Foundation and her emails to and from the State Department. We have these lies thanks to her mishandling of her server. Her server will prove to be for Hillary what that DNA bespattered dress was for Bill, to wit: a high-tech collector of evidence that the Clintons are inveterate liars.

Until late last week, observers who were questioning her health were marked down as peddlers of conspiracy theories by Hillary’s campaign and the media. When she stumbled into her van Sunday they were still disparaged as peddlers of conspiracy theories. A few hours later, those conspiracy theories were themselves exposed as more of Hillary’s lies. She had been found to have pneumonia in tests on Friday and the tests were concealed from the media and the American public. Her campaign was perpetrating yet another hoax on us. She plans to become president despite these hoaxes. Imagine the number of hoaxes she will perpetrate if she enters the White House. Imagine the controversies. They will be endless.

As I have said for years, the Clintons live in a culture of lies. Now the lies are all being exposed thanks to her server. The Clintons lie when they do not have to and tell a gigantic, rococo, whopper of a lie when a little white lie would be perfectly satisfactory. When Hillary called those who questioned her health in the past conspirators, we now know the truth. They were diagnosticians, and she was really sick.

• R. Emmett Tyrrell Jr. is editor in chief of The American Spectator. He is author of “The Death of Liberalism,” published by Thomas Nelson Inc.

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