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wSaturday, March 22, 2003


There probably shouldn't be anything funny about war, but a few items this week have certainly tickled my funny bone. To wit, it's possible that the U.S. got Saddam Hussein with the first bomb, which sounds like something out of a Tom Clancy novel. (If nothing else, we seriously damaged his fashion sense.) The debate over the Iraqi dictator's presence or lack thereof puts him in roughly the same node of the collective American mind as childhood friends and faded Hollywood stars: Saddam Hussein... is he still alive?

Also, the news coverage has been a hoot. The television in my strongly pro-war household has been glued to Fox News, which fellow bloggers tell me has been the most cliched of the bunch. If I hear of "shock and awe" or the "coalition of the willing" one more time, the laughter may turn to tears.

And on the homefront, David Frum has started a dust up with the paleocons. Frum charged the paleos with "hating their country" and they, in turn, charged him with all kinds of things, including "whipping up ethnic bigotry against the French and portraying all Arabs and Muslims as subhuman animals" (Thomas Fleming). Chronicles has even introduced a discount rate for those who cancel their subscriptions to National Review.

Moving away from war for a moment, Kevin Steel has put together a summary of Camille Paglia's latest:

In case--and there is a very real possibility of this--you haven't the endurance to read Paglia's pseudo-scholarly mess, then I'll tell you that her point is: Contrary to the present popular perception (which I think she is just imagining), there was a lot of religion floating around in the so-called "godless" sixties, but no one takes the sixties religious stuff seriously because everyone took a lot of drugs back then thus rendering the best minds of the generation, uh, somewhat inarticulate.

Aw, Steel, you're such a square.

posted by Jeremy at 9:59 PM