This is a massive, stinking pile of dogs squeeze.
I really thought that NRO had hit rock bottom with the whole Mark Steyn thing.
*waves*
But voila: they managed to almost outdo themselves with this piece of fetid, verbal vomit.
This kind of preening, pretentious, supine and incoherent literary diarrhea is a big part of the mess that we are in right now.
So, I projectile vomit in your direction, NRO.