The day after his speech, Horowitz puts fork to endive and romaine at the Cafe Rouge, in Berkeley's gourmet ghetto. He's talking Clinton. Because Clinton is brilliant and a sociopath, he was able to disguise that the Democrats have become a very ideological, left-wing party. Horowitz pauses in mid-attack and smiles. He's having an interior moment.
Republican activists love it.
They claim Horowitz as their radical pamphleteer and guerrilla leader as if Tom Paine met Mao at a William F. Buckley mixer. DeLay passes out Horowitz's books at Republican forums. He is less intimidated by the left and he throws their tactics back at them, and that's very bracing. Former comrades are less admiring. Richard Parker lived in Berkeley in the 1960s and labored at Ramparts with Horowitz, before moving on to more liberal magazines.