And now, most inconveniently, the terrain becomes even more desolate and foreboding for a politically-landless reformed Republican. I can safely assume that soon, the post will bring to me an issue of National Review that is devoted almost in its entirety to our most recently-deceased former President. I will have to carry it from the mailbox, with sturdy tongs, to a vacuum-sealing waste container, taking enormous care never to let it touch my flesh.