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"Nothing in President Bush's record would make the terrorists unhappy at the prospect of four more years."
A trifle monotonous, I grant you, but for ease of consumption by Professor Krugman's vast readership you've got to admit that these little gems are hard to beat. You just cast your eye over them, remark to yourself, "Yep, Bush and everyone connected to him are still the same evil bastards that they were on Tuesday" and pass on to Maureen Dowd or Bob Herbert, who are almost equally predictable.
It's all very well to notice that Michael Moore or Robert Kane Pappas, whose Orwell Rolls in His Grave takes up where Moore leaves off, are operating in a kind of dream world where Bush is Hitler or Stalin or Big Brother and they are Winston Smith, bravely standing up to a sinister totalitarianism that, somehow, nobody else has noticed. But even a buffoon like Moore is only following the lead of ostensibly serious commentators like Foer or Krugman whose ideological passions have somehow detached them from reality. When intellectuals cease to feel bound by any obligation to argue responsibly, what hope is there for political dialogue?