[Congressional Record Volume 154, Number 65 (Wednesday, April 23, 2008)]
[House]
[Pages H2565-H2568]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]




                        WILLIAM F. BUCKLEY, JR.

  Mr. DAVIS of Illinois. Mr. Speaker, I move to suspend the rules and 
agree to the resolution (H. Res. 1016) expressing the condolences of 
the House of Representatives on the death of William F. Buckley, Jr., 
as amended.
  The Clerk read the title of the resolution.
  The text of the resolution is as follows:

                              H. Res. 1016

       Whereas William F. Buckley, Jr., was born on November 24, 
     1925, in New York City, the sixth of 10 children in a 
     devoutly Catholic family;
       Whereas William Buckley studied at the University of Mexico 
     before serving his country in the Army and then later 
     graduating with a Bachelor of Arts (in political science, 
     economics, and history) with honors from Yale University in 
     1950;
       Whereas William Buckley worked briefly for the Central 
     Intelligence Agency;
       Whereas at the young age of 25, William Buckley published 
     his first popular book, entitled ``God and Man at Yale'';
       Whereas William Buckley went on to write more than 55 books 
     and edit 5 more, including ``Let Us Talk of Many Things: the 
     Collected Speeches''; the novel, ``Elvis in the Morning''; 
     and his literary autobiography, ``Miles Gone By'';
       Whereas William Buckley wrote more than 4,500,000 words in 
     his more than 5,600 biweekly newspaper columns, entitled ``On 
     the Right'';
       Whereas William Buckley founded the popular and influential 
     National Review magazine in 1955, a respected journal of 
     conservative thought and opinion;
       Whereas William Buckley wrote in the first issue of 
     National Review that, in founding the magazine, it ``stands 
     athwart history, yelling Stop, at a time when no one is 
     inclined to do so, or to have much patience with those who so 
     urge it'';
       Whereas William Buckley served as editor of National Review 
     for 35 years, from its founding in 1955 until his announced 
     retirement in 1990, and as editor-at-large until his death;
       Whereas in 1965, William Buckley ran for mayor of New York 
     City and received 13.4 percent of the votes on the 
     Conservative Party ticket;
       Whereas William Buckley was host of the Emmy Award-winning 
     and long-running ``Firing Line'', a weekly television debate 
     program with such notable guests as Barry Goldwater, Margaret 
     Thatcher, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, and George H.W. Bush;
       Whereas the New York Times noted that ``Mr. Buckley's 
     greatest achievement was making conservatism--not just 
     electoral Republicanism, but conservatism as a system of 
     ideas--respectable in liberal post-World War II America. He 
     mobilized the young enthusiasts who helped nominate Barry 
     Goldwater in 1964, and saw his dreams fulfilled when Reagan 
     and the Bushes captured the Oval Office'';
       Whereas as well-known columnist George Will once said, 
     ``before there was Ronald Reagan there was Barry Goldwater, 
     before there was Goldwater there was National Review, and 
     before there was National Review there was William F. 
     Buckley'';
       Whereas William Buckley's consistent efforts facilitated 
     the rise of Senator Barry Goldwater and, ultimately, the 
     presidency of Ronald Reagan;
       Whereas William Buckley received the Presidential Medal of 
     Freedom in 1991;
       Whereas William Buckley received numerous other awards, 
     including Best Columnist of the Year, 1967; Television Emmy 
     for Outstanding Achievement, 1969; the American Book Award 
     for Best Mystery (paperback) for ``Stained Glass'', 1980; the 
     Lowell Thomas Travel Journalism Award, 1989; the Adam Smith 
     Award, Hillsdale College, 1996; and the Heritage Foundation's 
     Clare Booth Luce Award, 1999;
       Whereas William Buckley spent over 56 years married to the 
     former Patricia Alden Austin Taylor, a devoted homemaker, 
     mother, wife, and philanthropist, before her passing in April 
     2007;
       Whereas William Buckley passed away on February 27, 2008, 
     and is survived by his son, Christopher, of Washington, DC; 
     his sisters, Priscilla L. Buckley, of Sharon, Connecticut, 
     Patricia Buckley Bozell, of Washington, DC, and Carol 
     Buckley, of Columbia, South Carolina; his brothers, James L. 
     Buckley, of Sharon, Connecticut, and F. Reid Buckley, of 
     Camden, South Carolina; and a granddaughter and a grandson;
       Whereas William Buckley, by virtue of his distinct 
     personality, talents, good humor, and goodwill, led in a 
     manner that earned the respect and friendship even of his 
     adversaries; and
       Whereas William Buckley was recognized as a towering 
     intellect, a man who, in the words of Ronald Reagan, ``gave 
     the world something different'', and, most of all, a true 
     gentleman who encountered everything he did with grace, 
     dignity, optimism, and good humor: Now, therefore, be it
       Resolved, That the House of Representatives--
       (1) honors the life of William F. Buckley, Jr., for his 
     lifetime commitment to journalism, his devotion to the free 
     exchange of ideas, and his gentlemanly and well-respected 
     contributions to political discourse; and
       (2) mourns the loss of William F. Buckley, Jr., and 
     expresses its condolences to his family, his friends, and his 
     colleagues.

  The SPEAKER pro tempore. Pursuant to the rule, the gentleman from 
Illinois (Mr. Davis) and the gentleman from Virginia (Mr. Davis) each 
will control 20 minutes.
  The Chair recognizes the gentleman from Illinois.


                             General Leave

  Mr. DAVIS of Illinois. Mr. Speaker, I ask unanimous consent that all 
Members have 5 legislative days in which to revise and extend their 
remarks.
  The SPEAKER pro tempore. Is there objection to the request of the 
gentleman from Illinois?
  There was no objection.
  Mr. DAVIS of Illinois. Mr. Speaker, I yield myself such time as I may 
consume.
  Mr. Speaker, I stand to present H. Res. 1016, which was introduced by 
Representative Tom Feeney of Florida on March 4 of this year, and 
enjoys the cosponsorship of over 90 Members of Congress. The measure 
was considered by and voted out of the Oversight and Government Reform 
Committee on March 13, 2008, after having been amended.
  William F. Buckley was born on November 24, 1925, in New York City, 
and even as a young child he displayed a remarkable level of 
intelligence and awareness. Along with English, Mr. Buckley was fluent 
in Spanish and French, and was an avid musician and outdoorsman.
  After attending the National Autonomous University in Mexico in 1943, 
Buckley was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the United States 
Army. During his tenure, he served as a member of Franklin Roosevelt's 
Honor Guard until the President passed away. After his military 
service, Buckley went on to attend Yale, where he was a member of the 
Skull and Bones Society, a master debater, and editor in chief of the 
Yale Daily News. He studied political science, history, and economics, 
graduating with honors in 1950.
  In 1950, Buckley married Patricia Alden Austin Taylor, and as a major 
proponent of marriage, Mr. Buckley practiced what he preached, having 
been married himself for 57 years. In 1951, he was recruited by the CIA 
while publishing his first book, God and Man at Yale. He would later go 
on to write a volume of novels, over 50 more, featuring topics ranging 
from history to sailing. Most everyone knows him for his hosting of the 
PBS show, Firing Line, where he displayed a scholarly, light-hearted 
style.
  In February of 2008, Bill Buckley was found dead at his home in 
Stamford, Connecticut. Let us remember him for his great oratory 
skills, his admirable journalism, and his overall commitment to social 
activism. Mr. Buckley is known for a number of views, ranging from drug 
legalization to opposition of the Iraq war, and whether you agreed or 
disagreed with him, you must recognize him for being a spirited man, 
well thought in his opinions, and loyal to his country.
  With that, Mr. Speaker, I reserve the balance of my time.
  Mr. DAVIS of Virginia. Mr. Speaker, I yield myself such time as I may 
consume.
  I rise today in support of H. Res. 1016, to honor the life of William 
F. Buckley, Jr. Where do you start? By the age of 25, Buckley had 
written God and Man at Yale, a stinging critique of the onslaught of 
secularism in a great American university. By the age of 30, he had 
founded National Review, a safe harbor for conservative intellectuals 
at a time most of the world thought those terms were mutually 
exclusive. His fascination with the written word continued literally 
until the moment he died, at his typewriter, in February at his home in 
Connecticut.
  He spoke three languages. English came third to him, after Spanish 
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French. He played the harpsichord and the piano. He hosted more than 
1,400 episodes of his political talk show, Firing Line, and banged out 
a twice-weekly column. He claimed he could do this in 20 minutes, as 
long as he lived. He sailed, he skied, he hunted, he rode horses, he 
loved the Catholic Church, and Johann Sebastian Bach, in that order, 
barely.
  The world was his couch, as anyone who saw Buckley on his TV shows 
knows. He sat perpetually at a 45-degree angle as he sparred with the 
thinkers and newsmakers of his day in an accent just British enough to 
sound patrician. He was, mostly for our purposes, a true public 
intellectual.
  On his television program, which ran for nearly 30 years, as well as 
on other programs, in writing and elsewhere, he tested his ideas in a 
uniquely public sphere. The Cold War was, for him, America's defining 
struggle, and he tolerated nothing less than the profligate use of all 
weapons at our disposal. His writings gave rise to what we now know as 
the modern American conservative movement. He not only helped to birth 
it, he helped to raise it to maturity.
  His was not the reflexive and unreflective rhetoric that government 
could do nothing competent. His was a message that government, even so-
called Big Government, was not only here to stay, but indispensable to 
a society that wished to protect itself from the malevolent forces 
beyond and within its borders. The role of conservatives, he said, was 
not to propose programs that expanded government's reach; it was to 
propose the rules for those programs to ensure that they work with 
minimal government intrusion.
  As rapidly as ideas burbled to the surface of Buckley's mind, it 
should come as no surprise that some required rethinking, which he did 
with unflinching grace and determination. National Review opposed the 
civil rights legislation in the mid sixties. But less than 5 years 
later, he was opposing the presidential candidacy of segregationist 
George Wallace and growing to admire the Reverend Martin Luther King, 
Jr. Later, he would advocate for making King's birthday a national 
holiday.
  He was an inspiration to millions of young conservatives. I remember 
being a young college student at Amherst College in the late sixties, 
eagerly awaiting each new edition of National Review, as kind of an 
antidote to the liberal orthodoxy that was taught in the classrooms.
  Through politics, he became friends with the conservative giants of 
our age: Ronald Reagan, Milton Friedman, Henry Kissinger, and Barry 
Goldwater, before and above them all. But through his magazine and 
other pursuits, he built another network of friends. The lowliest 
staffer at National Review was as likely a member of this network as 
the most powerful cabinet secretary or Member of Congress.
  William F. Buckley, Jr., spent a lifetime engaging minds, expressing 
his, and trying to make his world better. Many of us have much to thank 
him for. All of us can admire this active mind, this kindly, life-
loving man, his formidable legacy.
  I would urge adoption of this resolution.
  Mr. Speaker, I reserve the balance of my time.
  Mr. DAVIS of Illinois. Mr. Speaker, I continue to reserve.
  Mr. DAVIS of Virginia. I would yield such time as he may consume to 
the gentleman from Connecticut (Mr. Shays).
  Mr. SHAYS. I thank my former chairman for yielding, and now ranking 
member of the Government Oversight Committee.
  I wanted to speak today because I have tremendous admiration for 
William Buckley, Jr. He lived in many places. He had a wonderful home 
in New York City, he had a wonderful home on the water in Stamford, 
Connecticut, in the Fourth Congressional District, and a family 
compound in Sharon, Connecticut, as well.
  Bill Buckley was an absolute delight to interact with. On occasion, 
not often, I would be invited to have dinner at his home, and he would 
have people of great notoriety. I would participate in the dialog, but 
a lot of the time I felt it was best to listen more than talk. I loved 
the twinkle in Bill Buckley's eyes as he debated people, and me, on 
occasion.
  There was nothing mean or angry ever in the way he spoke to people. 
He had strong views, but he clearly liked the interaction that took 
place. He loved debating ideas, he loved drawing you out. But I never 
once ever heard him be nasty about anyone. He was a conservative with 
strong views but he listened kindly to those with other views.
  I would like to place in the Record, A Eulogy for My Father, St. 
Patrick's Cathedral, April 4, 2008, and that is by his only son, 
Christopher Buckley. I will just read a slight part of it. This was 
delivered on the occasion of the memorial mass for his dad at St. 
Patrick's Cathedral.
  Christopher began by saying, ``We talked about this day, he and I, a 
few years ago. He said to me, `If I'm still famous, try to convince the 
cardinal to do the service at St. Patrick's. If I'm not, just tuck me 
away in Stamford.' '' Then Christopher went on to say, ``Well, Pup, I 
guess you're famous.''
  Further on he said, ``Pope Benedict will be saying mass here in 2 
weeks. I was told that the music at this mass for my father would in 
effect be the dress rehearsal for the Pope's. I think that would have 
pleased him, though doubtless he would have preferred it to be the 
other way around.''
  It was a magnificent service. It was a service where great joy and 
admiration was expressed and with people from all political 
persuasions, from the most liberal, to the most conservative. We were 
saluting a man, the likes of which we may never see again, sadly.
  With that, let me say thank goodness for William Buckley, for his 
magnificent family, and for the grace which embodied everything he did.

                          Eulogy for My Father

 Delivered on the Occasion of the Memorial Mass for the Repose of the 
   Soul of William F. Buckley Jr. on April 4, 2008, at St. Patrick's 
                               Cathedral

                        (By Christopher Buckley)

       We talked about this day, he and I, a few years ago. He 
     said to me, ``If I'm still famous, try to convince the 
     Cardinal to do the service at St. Patrick's. If I'm not, just 
     tuck me away in Stamford.''
       Well, Pup, I guess you're still famous.
       I'd like to thank Cardinal Egan and Msgr. Ritchie of the 
     archdiocese for their celestial hospitality, and Fr. Rutter 
     for his typically gracious words. I'd also like to thank Dr. 
     Jennifer Pascual, musical director of St. Patrick's, as well 
     as the St. Patrick's Cathedral Choir, and organists Donald 
     Dumler and Rick Tripodi for such beautiful music.
       Pope Benedict will be saying Mass here in two weeks. I was 
     told that the music at this Mass for my father would, in 
     effect, be the dress rehearsal for the Pope's. I think that 
     would have pleased him, though doubtless he'd have preferred 
     it to be the other way around.
       I do know he'd have been pleased, amidst the many 
     obituaries and tributes, by the number of editorial cartoons 
     that depicted him at the Pearly Gates. One showed St. Peter 
     groaning, ``I'm going to need a bigger dictionary.'' If I 
     disposed of the cartoonist's skills, I might draw one showing 
     a weary St. Peter greeting the Fed Ex man, ``Let me guess--
     another cover story on Mr. Buckley?''
       My mother is no longer with us, so we can only speculate as 
     to how she might react to these depictions of her husband of 
     56 years arriving in Paradise so briskly. My sense is that 
     she would be vastly amused. On the day he retired from Firing 
     Line after a 33-year-long run, Nightline (no relation) did a 
     show to mark the occasion. At the end, Ted Koppel said, 
     ``Bill, we have one minute left. Would you care to sum up 
     your 33-years in television?'' To which my father replied, 
     ``No.''
       Taking his cue, I won't attempt to sum him up in my few 
     minutes here. A great deal has been written and said about 
     him in the month since he died, at his desk, in his study in 
     Stamford. After I'd absorbed the news, I sat down to compose 
     an e-mail. My inner English major ineluctably asserted itself 
     and I found myself quoting (misquoting, slightly) a line from 
     Hamlet, He was a man, Horatio, take him for all in all, I 
     shall not look upon his like again.
       One of my first memories of him was of driving up to 
     Sharon, Connecticut for Thanksgiving. It would have been 
     about 1957. He had on the seat between us an enormous reel-
     to-reel tape recorder. For a conservative, my old man was 
     always on the cutting edge of the latest gadgetry--despite 
     the fact that at his death, he was almost certainly the only 
     human being left on the planet who still used Word Star.
       It was a recording of MacBeth. My five-year-old brain 
     couldn't make much sense of it. I asked him finally, ``What's 
     eating the queen?'' He explained about the out-out-damned 
     spot business. I replied, ``Why doesn't she try Palmolive?'' 
     So began my tutelage with the world's coolest mentor. It was 
     on those drives to Sharon that we had some of our best talks. 
     This afternoon, I'll make one last drive up there to bury 
     him,

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     alongside with his sisters in the little cemetery by the 
     brook. When we held the wake for him some days after he died, 
     I placed inside his casket a few items to see him across the 
     River Styx: his favorite rosary, the TV remote control--
     private joke--a jar of peanut butter, and my mother's ashes. 
     I can hear her saying, ``Bill--what is that disgusting 
     substance leaking all over me?'' No pharaoh went off to the 
     afterlife better equipped than he does.
       The last time I was with him in Sharon was last October. It 
     was a fundraiser for the local library, billed as ``A Bevy of 
     Buckleys''--my dad, Uncle Jim, Aunt Pitts, Aunt Carol, me--
     reading from the aggregate Buckley oeuvre--a word I first 
     heard from his lips many years ago, along with other exotic, 
     multi-lingual bon mots: mutatis mutandis; pari passu; quod 
     licet Jove, non licet bovi.
       An article had appeared in the local paper a few days 
     before, alerting the community to this gala event. As I 
     perused the clipping, my eyes alighted on the sentence: ``The 
     Buckleys are a well-known American family, William F. Buckley 
     being arguably the best known.''
       I kept my amusement to myself, and handed Pup the clipping 
     and waited silently for the reaction I knew would come. Sure 
     enough, within seconds, he looked up with what I would 
     describe as only faintly bemused indignation and said, 
     ``Ar-guably?''
       He was--inarguably--a great man. This is, from a son's 
     perspective, a mixed blessing, because it means having to 
     share him with the wide world. It was often a very mixed 
     blessing when you were out sailing with him. Great men always 
     have too much canvas up. And great men set out from port in 
     conditions that keep lesser men--such as myself--safe and 
     snug on shore. One October day in 1997, I arrived from 
     Washington in Stamford for a long-planned overnight sail. As 
     the train pulled into the station, I looked out and saw 
     people hanging onto lampposts at 90-degree angles, trying not 
     to be blown away by the northeast gale that was raging. 
     Indeed, it resembled a scene from The Wizard of Oz. When the 
     train doors opened, I was blown back into the carriage by the 
     50-mile-an-hour wind. I managed to crawl out onto the 
     platform, practically on all fours, whereupon my father 
     greeted me with a chipper, ``We'll have a brisk sail.''
       I looked up at him incredulously and said, ``We're going 
     out in this?'' Indeed we did go out in it. We always went out 
     in it. Some of my earliest memories are of my mother, 
     shrieking at him as the water broke over the cockpit and the 
     boat pitched furiously in boiling seas, ``Bill--Bill! Why are 
     you trying to kill us?''
       But the cries of timorous souls never phased him. He had 
     been going out in it for years, ever since he published his 
     first book, God and Man At Yale. Nor did he need a sailboat 
     to roil the waters. His Royal typewriter--and later, Word 
     Star--would do.
       How many words flowed from those keyboards. I went up to 
     Yale recently to inspect his archive of papers. They total 
     550 linear feet. To put it in perspective, the spire of St. 
     Patrick's rises 300 feet above us. By some scholarly 
     estimates, he may have written more letters than any other 
     American in history. Add to that prodigal output: 6,000 
     columns, 1,500 Firing Line episodes, countless articles, over 
     50 books. He was working on one the day he died.
       Jose Marti famously said that a man must do three things in 
     life: write a book, plant a tree, have a son. I don't know 
     that my father ever planted a tree. Surely whole forests, 
     whole eco-systems, were put to the axe on his account. But he 
     did plant a lot of seeds and many of them, grown to fruition, 
     are here today. Quite a harvest, that.
       It's not easy coming up with an epitaph for such a man. I 
     was tempted by something Mark Twain once said, ``Homer's 
     dead, Shakespeare's dead, and I myself am not feeling at all 
     well.''
       Years ago, he gave an interview to Playboy Magazine. Asked 
     why he did this, he couldn't resist saying, ``In order to 
     communicate with my 16-year-old son.'' At the end of the 
     interview, he was asked what he would like for an epitaph and 
     he replied, `` `I know that my Redeemer liveth.' '' Only Pup 
     could manage to work the Book of Job into a Hugh Hefner 
     publication. I finally settled on one, and I'll say the words 
     over his grave at sunset today in Sharon, as we lay him to 
     rest. They're from a poem he knew well--Robert Louis 
     Stevenson's Requiem--each line of which, indeed, seemed to 
     have been written just for him:

     Under the wide and starry sky
     Dig the grave and let me lie.
     Glad did I live, and gladly die.
     And I lay me down with a will.
     This be the verse you grave for me:
     Here he lies where he longed to be.
     Home is the sailor, home from sea,
     And the hunter home from the hill.

  Mr. DAVIS of Virginia. Mr. Speaker, how much time do I have 
remaining?
  The SPEAKER pro tempore. The gentleman from Virginia has 12 minutes 
remaining.
  Mr. DAVIS of Virginia. I would yield such time as he may consume to 
the gentleman from Indiana (Mr. Pence).

                              {time}  1130

  Mr. PENCE. I thank the gentleman for yielding and for the privilege 
of having the opportunity to speak in favor of this important 
resolution expressing the condolences of the House of Representatives 
on the death of William F. Buckley, Jr. I also want to thank the 
Democratic leadership of the Congress for scheduling this bill and 
giving this Congress and this country an opportunity to express 
appreciation for an extraordinary American life.
  This resolution was introduced by Congressman Tom Feeney. I am proud 
to be an original cosponsor of the bill. I want to thank Congressman 
Tom Feeney for his leadership and his compassionate attentiveness in 
bringing this legislation before the Congress. Congressman Feeney 
cannot be with us today. He is on a congressional delegation trip to 
China. But I know that were he here, he would regale this floor and 
those watching in with his deep affection and appreciation for the life 
and work of William F. Buckley, Jr.
  As this resolution attests, William F. Buckley, Jr., was an American 
hero and an intellectual leader of the conservative movement for more 
than five decades. As the previous speaker just alluded, he led in a 
manner that earned both the respect and the friendship of his political 
adversaries.
  William F. Buckley, from his many years on television, the program, 
Firing Line, which was the longest running political television program 
in the history of American television, he demonstrated that wit and 
sharpness and civility can all go together, and it is a lesson that I 
suspect many of us on an ongoing basis can continue to learn and apply 
in the institutions of our government.
  By virtue of his distinct personality, his talents, his humor and his 
goodwill, William F. Buckley has been recognized as the premier 
conservative intellectual in post-World War II America. He once 
commented that he would ``rather live in a society governed by the 
first 2,000 names in the Boston phone directory than in one governed by 
the 2,000 members of the Harvard faculty.'' It was that kind of rapier 
wit, beginning with the publication of his book ``God and Man at 
Yale,'' that ended up resulting in the publication of thousands of 
books, thousands of columns, and thousands of debates that turned him 
into a force of nature in the American public debate.
  We also recognize him as a man who played a critical role in helping 
this Nation understand the great calling of his generation, which 
inasmuch as the calling of the greatest generation, was to confront 
Nazism and fascism.
  William F. Buckley and his intellect and his capacity for elocution 
managed to help focus the Nation on the threat of Soviet communism and 
the realities of the Soviet Union, and I believe that history will 
record that it was William F. Buckley, Jr., perhaps more than any other 
American, who outside of government influenced the leadership in the 
1980s that led to the collapse of Soviet communism and the Soviet 
Union.
  Upon the election of Ronald Reagan, it was reported to me once that 
William F. Buckley was asked what position he would like to have in the 
new Reagan Administration, to which he apparently put his hand in his 
jacket pocket and replied with a twinkle in his eye, ``ventriloquist.'' 
And in many respects William F. Buckley was a ventriloquist for so many 
of us in public life, reading his columns, reading his books, having 
from time to time the privilege of watching him long distance or in 
person as he made the case for limited government. He made the case for 
traditional values. He made the case for the American ideal of freedom, 
here at home and on a global basis. We, all of us, were happy to have 
that extraordinary intellect and heart filled with goodwill pull the 
strings on our careers and guide us and direct us.
  So, I join my colleagues, and especially Congressman Tom Feeney, in 
taking this moment to give honor and thanks to William F. Buckley, Jr., 
for all he did to advance the vision for America and a capitalist 
democratic vision for the world and to express the profound sorrow this 
Nation feels upon his death.
  The Bible says if you owe debts, pay debts; if honor, then honor; if 
respect, then respect. Today, thanks to the leadership in the minority 
and the generosity of the majority, Congress and the American people 
will have the opportunity once more to pay a debt of gratitude to this 
great American, who was William F. Buckley, Jr.
  Mr. DAVIS of Illinois. Mr. Speaker, I continue to reserve my time.

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  Mr. DAVIS of Virginia. Mr. Speaker, let me just thank Chairman Waxman 
and Chairman Davis for allowing this bill to come to the floor. I urge 
its adoption.
  Mr. Speaker, I yield back the balance of my time.
  Mr. DAVIS of Illinois. Mr. Speaker, I would urge adoption, and I 
yield back the balance of my time.
  The SPEAKER pro tempore. The question is on the motion offered by the 
gentleman from Illinois (Mr. Davis) that the House suspend the rules 
and agree to the resolution, H. Res. 1016, as amended.
  The question was taken; and (two-thirds being in the affirmative) the 
rules were suspended and the resolution, as amended, was agreed to.
  A motion to reconsider was laid on the table.

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