The hell have I not been reading James Wolcott?
In fact, my policy is to refer to the warbloggers in 2006 as "bedwetters." There need be no shame in being a bedwetter. It's a condition that can be treated. But for the neocon-converted, treatment first requires taking honest self-inventory. Having the courage to look in the mirror admit, "I'm a pompous warmongering bedwetting crybaby who loves to hear myself maunder."
and then there's this:
For a few heady months, Americans were in high anxiety and on high alert, a warrior nation leaning forward into the future to shake the rotten fruit afflicting the tree of civilization. And now? Now they can't scarf down those Cheez Doodles fast enough as they bask in the creature comforts they take for granted. It's not really their fault. Liberal media and politicians have lulled them into false security.
That's GOTTA hurt.
And once again I find someone who says the same things I do, only SO much more eloquently. It's really a challenge, especially when you have a poor self-image to begin with.
I'm blogging while standing upon the shoulders of giants, I am.