Over at the National Review (and wear gloves and don't rush your scrub when you go over there), John Derbyshire
says one of the most appalling things I've ever run across:
the spectacle of Middle Eastern Muslims slaughtering each other is one that I find I can contemplate with calm composure.
This appears to be the modern day version of
Neca eos omnes. Deus suos agnoscet. (kill them all! God will know his own!) which the Abbott of Citeaux said to Simon de Montfort to justify killing everyone in Bèziers in 1209. Glad to see we've come so far these last eight hundred years.
I'm mindful of something Barry Goldwater once said, "We are friends to liberty everywhere, but guardians only of our own." But that flies in the face of the last several years of Bush administration policy. Clearly the administration accepts no responsibility for its actions, anywhere.
And so now, conservatives are trying to sneak out of Pottery Barn, the shards of shattered terracotta stuck to their shoes, with a "What, me?" insouciance that defies belief. What are they going to do, blame it on the fucking dog?