I have to hand it to George Will: he seems to be getting more sensible as he gets older. Two years ago he gave up his self-declared status as a “none” (he used to be very sympathetic to faith) and declared himself a flat-out atheist, and then, in December he took a strong pro-science stand:
Higher education is increasingly a house divided. In the sciences and even the humanities, actual scholars maintain the high standards of their noble calling. But in the humanities, especially, and elsewhere, faux scholars representing specious disciplines exploit academia as a jobs program for otherwise unemployable propagandists hostile to freedom of expression.
He’s also not wearing bow ties as often: a good move. Nobody looks good in a bow tie (are you listening, Science Guy?).
Now, according to CNN, Will is leaving the G.O.P. because he can’t stomach Donald Trump:
Conservative commentator and columnist George Will says he is leaving the Republican Party because of Donald Trump — and he’s advocating that others do the same.
In a speech at a Federalist Society luncheon Friday, he told the audience, “This is not my party,” according to PJ Media, a conservative media blog.
The Pulitzer Prize winner told the audience at the luncheon that House Speaker Paul Ryan’s endorsement of Trump is one of the reasons why he decided to leave the party, and he didn’t say whether he’d vote for either Democratic presumptive nominee Hillary Clinton or a third-party candidate, such as Libertarian Gary Johnson.
Will, who worked on President Ronald Reagan’s 1980 campaign, also said at the luncheon that Trump as president with “no opposition” from a Republican-led Congress would be worse than Clinton as president with a Republican-led Congress. When asked by PJ Media about his message to conservatives, Will responded on Trump, “Make sure he loses. Grit their teeth for four years and win the White House.”
A few of my friends are now all wonky about Trump, saying that the Brexit vote in Europe makes it more likely that The Donald will win the Presidency in November (see Amy Davidson’s alarums in The New Yorker), but I’m not worried.