Perhaps the most amusing intramural intellectual squall on the Right these past few days has centered on "Against David French-ism," Sohrab Ahmari's recent polemical reflection on liberalism in First Things.
I did not think that Sohrab had all that much to say directly about the man who provided him with the title of his essay, but then I am not, so to speak, a French man. I have never met Pastor French, rarely read him, and generally feel about him the way C. K. Dexter Haven in The Philadelphia Story felt about George Kitteridge, man of the people: "to hardly know him is to know him well."
The outpouring of indignation, fury, and contempt that greeted Sohrab's column reminded me that opinions about the Pastor vary widely. I group him with Pete Wehner and some other NeverTrump evangelists as a modern incarnation of the Pharos of Alexandria lighthouse, virtue signaling around the clock to the amazement of the world. I know there is disagreement on that score.
