Where is the Redneck Tolstoy? Someone who's emerged from the coalfields of West Virginia or perhaps the commercial real estate world of the suburbs of Shreveport, to explain to us that the Great Villain theory of history is bunk.

The Tolstoy of the rednecks is Truman Capote, which sucks for them.

So now what? Who's the heir? Does the foundation have an endowment? Do the Republicans even need the money anymore?

AJ just pointed me to comments on the obit in the Chicago Tribune. My favorite was a Dylan lyric.

"... I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul..."