Ages ago (in blogtime) I read Andrew Sullivan because he had a certain wit I appreciated, and before that because we lived in the same Washington neighborhood. Before that I took a perverse interest in him as a gay Republican.
Now I read him because he’s the only person I know who writes consistantly and movingly about United States action in torture. I sometimes wonder if God won’t really inflict some divine wrath on us; we’re certainly moving into Eighth Century Prophet territory. Who gives a woe?
Or, as Sullivan asks “When are people going to wake up?“