Don't ask me why, but even though it's a beautiful day outside, I've spent the entire afternoon indoors, watching videos of William F. Buckley, Jr. In fact, Buckley circa 1968 may have overtaken Kevin Spacey in the ranks of my inexplicable obsessions. (At least Buckley can't be blamed for Superman Returns.) Buckley's recent comments criticizing the Iraq war were what got me into this mess, but even better is this video of Buckley debating Noam Chomsky in 1969, which is just as much fun as it sounds. (One priceless Buckley moment: "Say you're a farmer, and you come to me for fertilizer...") And then there's Buckley's debate with Gore Vidal at the 1968 Democratic National Convention, in which Vidal calls Buckley a "crypto-Nazi," and Buckley says...well, maybe you'd better see it for yourself.

Anyway, I've been watching this guy for hours, and now I can't get that incredible North Atlantic faux English accent out of my head. Maybe if I listen to some Eminem...