Conservative Author Dinesh D’Souza Charged With Campaign Finance Fraud.
Liberals of my age (53) have been listening to this guy make an ass of himself in the name of conservatism since we were all in college — though thank God not the same one — at the same time. As a founder of the Dartmouth Review, his idea of a good time was to do courageous things like support apartheid, defend the school’s use of a native American mascot, and publish an article in faux “ebonics” to make fun of affirmative action.
This led to a predictable career on the conservative gravy train/welfare line, working for the Heritage Foundation and American Enterprise Institute, and publishing an absurdly inflammatory anti-Obama screed. From Wikipedia, as I had no idea just how out there he had become, we learn that in his book The Enemy at Home: The Cultural Left and Its Responsibility for 9/11, he wrote that:
The cultural left in this country is responsible for causing 9/11 … the cultural left and its allies in Congress, the media, Hollywood, the non-profit sector and the universities are the primary cause of the volcano of anger toward America that is erupting from the Islamic world.
But my favs are quotes like this:
In Letters to a Young Conservative, written as an introduction to conservative ideas for youth, D’Souza argues that it is a blend of classical liberalism and ancient virtue, in particular, “the belief that there are moral standards in the universe and that living up to them is the best way to have a full and happy life.”
Because in the article where Talking Points Memo reports D’Souza’s indictment, we also learn this:
Federal Election Commission records show D’Souza, his one-time wife and a woman he once described as his fiancee all donated to Long’s campaign. (In October 2012, D’Souza said he and his wife filed for divorce after he admitted he was dating the other woman.)
Living up to those universal moral standards, are we?
I was also strangely gratified to learn that his first wife was named “Dixie.” Seriously, if you wrote a novel about an arrogant college conservative, your editor would not let you name his wife “Dixie.”