AN AMUSING, YET SOMEWHAT WEASELY, story from Malcolm Gladwell.

UPDATE: From the comments:

This Gladwell passage bugs me as an example of the constant need for liberals to affirm their liberal bonafides. He can’t just say something nice about Buckley, he has to qualify it, lest anyone think “oh my goodness! Is he a conservative too? I must burn all his books right away!”

And in so doing, he casually trashes his family, his community, his childhood friends who have done him no wrong but merely stand between him and the ever-present danger of having the gates of liberal acceptance closed against him.

Yeah, that’s what I meant by “weasely.” Or is it “weaselly?”