[M]y deepest objection to Vermeule’s anti-constitutional philosophy is not that it is harmful and antihuman, but simply that, in the end, it is so banal. This movie has had more remakes than A Star Is Born. The opening scenes are always set amid the delicate towers of Saint Augustine’s imaginary (sic) City of God; but the last scene takes place, every time, in dank basements soaked with very real blood.
Garrett Epps. I just need to memorize that and stop worrying about Vermeule.