My complaint with Carlson et al. is, at root, a religious one. It could not be a political one: Tucker Carlson’s politics in these waning days of Anno Domini 2025 are not worth disagreeing with, and neither are Kevin Roberts’. Like every other self-abasing servant of the digital mob, their politics are insipid, superficial, and subject to instantaneous revision as soon as necessity requires it. One might as well argue with a puddle of piss on a hot summer sidewalk—whatever there is to it won’t last as long as the argument, and all that will remain will be a stain, if that, and the knowledge that you have wasted your time. Tucker Carlson may think that he can put on Christ with no more consequence than putting on those flannel shirts he affects these days (somewhere in Maine, there is a thrift shop with a lot of Brooks Bros. bow ties for sale), but it does matter—a great deal—that men such as he purport to speak from, and for, a Christian point of view.