Here he is in the New York Times on Miers.
His writings, though always spot-on, often seem to be tinged with a bit of sadness - perhaps the melancholy of being the smartest, most intellectually honest man in a field of dim-witted fiends.

Here he is in the New York Times on Miers.
His writings, though always spot-on, often seem to be tinged with a bit of sadness - perhaps the melancholy of being the smartest, most intellectually honest man in a field of dim-witted fiends.
Our felonious ex-governor's felonious ex-crony weeps for his felonious fiancee. Empathy eludes me.
From his latest in the UK Telegraph.
So last Tuesday, in the course of a column about Piglet, I made a joke that British Muslims ought to complain about having to put up with a grossly offensive head of state who is an uncovered woman. And lo and behold, in that very morning's Daily Telegraph, I find an item that the English flag - the cross of St George - has been banned from prisons because it might be "misinterpreted" as a racist symbol.
So, for the moment, I'm holding off on any gags about the first imam to be made Archbishop of Canterbury or the Queen demonstrating her commitment to multiculturalism by becoming the fourth wife of a Saudi prince. Official Britain seems to have lost all sense of proportion and one doesn't want to give them any more ideas.
"It's a remarkable achievement to get damned day in and day out as the new Hitler when 90 percent of the time you're Tony Blair with a ranch."
The brightest gem from this mostly "eh" piece.