Steyn puts the Boot in.
Among the admirers of M Macron was my old editor at The Wall Street Journal, Max Boot, a NeverTrumper who’s now “left the right” and, following an on-air altercation at Fox, took a swipe at Tucker Carlson for “yukking it up with Mark Steyn” over Russia. But in these fractious times we must find our yuks where we can. So last year Max Tweeted:
To defeat populism, America needs its own Macron–a charismatic leader who can make centrism cool.
Macron is cool mainly in the sense of cold and frosty and heartless – hence the 23 per cent approval rating. So much for all that charisma: that and 3.95€ will get you a café au lait. So poor old Boot’s year-old Tweet got dusted off last week and subjected to much mockery, which he used to bolster his thesis that all these French protests are the work of Russian bots. Boy, I’ll bet Louis XVI wishes he’d thought of that one.
If you’re having trouble keeping track, the French protests, Trump, Brexit, the Austrian and Italian elections, and the sudden cancellation of the “Murphy Brown” reboot are all the work of Russian bots. Whereas the Tijuana caravan, the UK grooming gangs and that rental car heading toward you on the sidewalk outside the Berlin Christmas market are the authentic vox populi.
Anyway, my main interest in Max’s defense of the inept and unfeeling Macron was this riposte from Katie Hopkins to Boot’s blaming of the bots:
The world thinks you are a cockwomble, sir. If you are looking for someone to blame – find a mirror darling.
Boot was befuddled:
I have no idea what a ‘cockwomble’ is, but it doesn’t sound like a compliment.
“Cockwomble” was new to me, too, but the etymological analysis of Steve Sailer’s British correspondent seems persuasive – with “cock” in the sense of fool, perhaps with a whiff of the Australianism “soft cock” about it. It would also be pleasing to think it something of a portmanteau with a hint of “coxscomb” in the sense of the medieval court jester’s hat or the seventeeth-century fop.
At any rate, it’s an enviable epithet. Indeed, Max Boot appears to be the first American ever to be called a cockwomble.
Enviable indeed, although such creativity seems almost wasted on an airweight insignificance like the unworthy Boot, for whom something more simple and mundane like “pud” should surely suffice. Steyn goes on from there to wring even more mileage out of both Boot and his newly-minted descriptor, all in a most entertaining way.