So, Nate Wilcox and I just arrived in Nashville, Tennessee. Later this afternoon, we'll be guest lecturing at Vanderbilt on our favorite subject, the netroots (and our book, "Netroots Rising"). So, we were sitting at National Airport waiting for our flight this morning, and Nate nudges me to look up. Who do I see but Pat Buchanan? Thrills, huh? Yeah, love that isolationist, white supremacist, Nazi-defending fascist vibe!
Anyway, we get on the plane and take our seats...right behind Buchanan. The entire flight, as far as I can tell, Buchanan didn't say a word to the woman (his wife) sitting next to him, just devoured the Moonie Times (natch), the Financial Times, and I believe the right-wing DC Examiner. Meanwhile, Nate and I carried on a conversation about politics which I doubt Buchanan enjoyed very much (not that he ever gave any sign of displeasure, just kept reading his pile of right-wing rags).
Just thought I'd pass on that story for your entertainment...