on Feb. 17, 2021. There are times in one’s life that despite all the blood, toil, tears, and sweat expended in the pursuit of excellence, one really should lean back, light up a good cigar, take a sip of an adult beverage, and just savor the moment. My friends, this is one of those times. Thirty years after the inauguration of Lyndon Johnson’s Great Society; 25 years after Woodstock; two decades after Richard Nixon’s resignation; and two years after Democrats secured control of the White House and both chambers of Congress, modern liberalism—exhausted and confused—is on the run. Three decades after Ronald Reagan’s brilliant enunciation of conservative ideals at the end of the 1964 campaign, he told me “Now that I’ve retired from active politics, I don’t mind that you’ve become the number-one voice for conservatism in our country.” And liberal fear is palpable.