THEY DON'T EVEN GET THEIR OWN JOKE:

George Galloway Is Gruesome, Not Gorgeous: Now, watch me debate him. (Christopher Hitchens, Sept. 12, 2005, Slate)

My old friend and frequent critic Geoffrey Wheatcroft once tried to define a moment of perfect contentment and came up with the idea of opening a vintage wine while settling down to read an undiscovered work by P.G. Wodehouse. Another comrade identified bliss with writing or reading very hard in the afternoon, knowing that someone really, really nice was coming to dinner. I, too, have a taste for the simpler pleasures. Can I convey the deep sense of delight that stole over me when I learned that George Galloway and Jane Fonda were to go on an "anti-war" tour together and that the idea of this perfect partnership had come from Eve Ensler, author of The Vagina Monologues?

The pure silliness and risibility of the thing would have been quite beyond one's power of invention.

With every passing day it becomes clearer that the modern Left exists only for amusement purposes.

Posted by Orrin Judd at September 13, 2005 6:51 AM