And while I’m on a political tear, a friend writes in to denounce the “toweringly witless lede” of a New York Times Book Review piece that very nearly led me to throw my computer across the room yesterday morning.
“What sort of tonedeaf [redacted],” says my friend, “calls the Katrina response ‘distressingly belated,’ as though it were a faux-pas committed at a tea party? Wait, I know: the same sort who calls debaucheries of the separation of powers ‘cudgels’ to be used by the “Bush-phobic” opposition. Or who mistakenly asserts that the warrantless wiretapping initiative began only after Bush’s re-election….”
The review reminds me of a blog post I read a couple years ago in which the editor of a literary magazine wrote:
on the way to meet a friend for cookies & coffee, i had a chance to weave my way through the protestors outside of my apartment on seventh avenue in chelsea. although i found the crowd filled with such incredible energy, i am always dismayed by those who take the extremist approach (a play or manipulation of one’s emotions to drive their point home). Is it really necessary to march with cardboard coffins with the American flag draped on when simply a placard stating that you are anti-war will do?