In the midst of a little web-skirting I caught on a link to a Time piece on weblogs; from there, I was presented with links to the biggest of the warblogs. One was, of course, what can be described as one of the premier amateur liberal weblogs. The site is mentioned frequently by Tacitus (almost unfailingly in frustration), and I've snooped around it before - so I figured another peek couldn't hurt.

For any of you who doubted what animates the left - blind hatred of George W. Bush; an adolescent, "Don't bother me with the facts!" non-analysis of the situation; and little else - I must say that you can be persuaded. No substance. No maturity. No wisdom.

Just inexplicable anger and venom. And a daily pass given to Saddam Hussein, the poor, poor misunderstood Arab.

I began to apply some cognative resources to the conundrum of how people could possibly couch themselves, day after day, in pessimism and cruelty; constantly searching for mistakes and tragedies. Then I thought better of such an exploration, briefly accounting for all the mass movements that have stood by while evil threatened, and let it alone.