Citizens of this good Commonwealth who do not spend time in Northern Virginia (I’m not sure my Spotsylvania home counts, but my Falls Church office certainly does) typically pride themselves on staying as far away from the region as they can, and not without merit in many cases. However, they do miss what I consider a treat: The Washington Times‘ irascible Wesley Pruden.
Today, Pruden takes it to John Wobbly Warner, and absolutely fillets him (emphasis added):
John Warner is against the war in Iraq and he sleeps better knowing the anti-war crowd is about to bring the Americans scuttling home. Surrender is an odd sleep aid for an ex-Marine. Probably something borrowed from John Murtha’s prescription bottle . . .
John Warner called in an impressionable young reporter for The Post to boast, despite “the guilt he still carries because of the Vietnam War,” of how he had “grown” into someone mellow enough to sleep better than a man in his ninth decade should expect to (though he didn’t say he could still sleep through the whole night).
“I gotta tell you,” he told his interviewer, “I’ve gotten to that wonderful age in life — I don’t worry. If you do what in your heart you feel is right, go to sleep. Don’t worry. I go to sleep and I don’t worry.”
It’s nice not to worry, and nice to see an old man’s guilt finally assuaged, but it’s not so nice to think of how guilt is assuaged by the blood of young men abandoned to a whim of the transient opinion of a fickle public. It’s a Washington thing.
Beautiful; absolutely beautiful.
