I suspect the picture is far more complex than you realize. I can remember when the National Review was all about how every rightist wanted to be as erudite as William Buckley. The day he died was definitely a turn in the road.
Here’s a thought experiment: jut your chin forward into an underbite. Now affect an upper-crusty Princeton accent. Now go pick a fight with Bannon. Use plenty of sesquipedalian circumlocutions. See what happens. (Actually I see this as homework for Project Mayhem.)
