This is the tragic pathology of the modern conservative movement: we are far more comfortable being right than being in charge. Liberals, by contrast, like power the way alcoholics like it—intrinsically, instinctively, without apology or restraint. Conservators, when we seek power, pursue it like wine connoisseurs—swirling, smelling, and discussing the vintage, more obsessed with how it’s earned and presented than what it’s used for.
