At times, the god of metaphors grins warmly upon a writer.
I am an Eisenhower man. I would call myself “an Eisenhower Republican,” but I am not a Republican, and Eisenhower Republicans disappeared long ago, much like Chelonoidis abingdonii did years ago. I once argued that Eisenhower could serve as a political exemplar in a cover feature for National Review, the conservative magazine that was launched to oppose Eisenhower-style Republican politics as much as it opposed the New Deal and postwar progressivism.
