American Proscenium

The Guest Who Stayed Forever

I wish I had a dollar—oops, better make that a euro—for every recent obituary marking the political death of neoconservatism.  I would have been able to bail out the grand financial house of Lehman Brothers and avert the tragedy of one more Wall Street fat cat being forced to lay off another maid in his mansion in the Hamptons.

Many of my colleagues in the Reality-Based Community have displayed a lot of wishful thinking in declaring that the “age of neoconservatism is over” or that “we are entering the post-neoconservative age.”  You’ve probably read at least one of these commentaries overflowing with schadenfreude that, depending on the author and his or her ideological biases, predicts that this or that neocon—or all the neocons, for that matter—will be out of a job if Barack Obama ends up residing at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, or that the selection of Gov. Sarah Palin, as opposed to Sen. Joseph Lieberman, is an indication that the neocons have been losing their hold on the Republican Party.  Sure.  And Obama has been reading Murray Rothbard, and Mc­Cain has a subscription to Chronicles.

It’s true that the majority of Americans seem to agree that, Surge or no Surge, the ambitious project to implant democracy in Mesopotamia and the broader Middle East known as the Iraq war—the proud child of the neoconservative “brain”—has proved to be one of...

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