The Idealogues of Hell

It's too easy to say with Yeats that the best lack all conviction. It also takes a certain amount of conceit. So the previous two sentences conditionally applied to me today as yet another Teabagger polluted my intellectual space with his trailer park proselytism. Of course, I know what the score is. He watches a lot of FOX, listens to Glenn Beck and Rush, and attends Metallica concerts even though he's pushing fifty. This is a serious man. So as he fumbles with the appeals to "Reagan cut the taxes" and "one world currencies" even as the Eurozone crumbles and the telezombie president lay rotting (still) in his grave, I wonder if I might convince him to legitimize his imprecise rantings by recommending a book that actually says something that might speak to him - Hayek's The Road to Serfdom. I'd rather have an enema than read it again, but for those who need to define themselves as an economic animal on the prowl it does it job without sounding imbecilic. Then I look at that goddamned Star Wars novelization in his hands, and the name of the dour Austrian dies in my throat...