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Monday, March 17, 2003
I'm cold, scared, and very, very lonely
If there's anybody I feel sorry for these days, it's poor Rod Dreher. Cruising the comments section at the delightful "Little Green Footballs" website, Dreher asks just why the hell a right-thinking fella such as himself is "supposed to feel sorry for" Rachel Corrie, an "America-hating, terrorist-loving idiot." Dreher, like Ricky Perle, seems to have no qualms about cheapening the terrorist coin through promiscuous, even reckless expenditure. He does however have large-scale qualms about allowing the expression of unpopular opinion.
Earlier Dreher said the best way to avoid what may prove to be murder at the hands of the IDF is not to come between its bulldozer-bound emisaries "and the house of a terrorism backer." Dreher then gives formal warning that "Civilization will defend itself," though he seems singularly unequipped to grasp that massive disenfranchisement, summary executions, and extrajudicial destruction of property may not be the highest expression of civilization. But then Dreher pals around with the eminently refined likes of John Fund.
It's not just that Dreher cannot make sense of plain fact - nearly all his colleagues at National Review suffer similarly. But Dreher is so far gone he can no longer muster a human connection with even his own friends, as he laments this afternoon. He seems genuinely baffled by friends' reluctance to send birthday cards to someone consuming and agreeing with stuff like this.
