If a Christian is one who turns his slapped cheek to the
slapper for more roughhouse, the American male is no Christian. We are more
like Lafcadio Wluiki, the hero of Andree Gide’s novel, “Lafcadio’s
Adventures.” Lafcadio keeps a small
knife handy, and whenever he is insulted, he stabs himself in the thigh to
memorialize the insult. Forgetting is forgiving. We are not braggarts. An
Ahmadinejad here would be laughed to scorn. But we know how to nourish
scorpions in our hearts. That we do well. And when the time is ripe, BANG goes
the stinger.
It’s the New York Post, and so there are pictures. One shows Connecticut Senator Chris Murphy canoodling with “Courier Newsroom publisher Tara McGowan, 39, last Monday by the bar at the Red Hen, located just one mile north of Capitol Hill.” The canoodle occurred one day or night prior to Murphy’s well-advertised absence from President Donald Trump’s recent Joint Address to Congress. Murphy has said attendance at what was essentially a “campaign rally” involving the whole U.S. Congress – though Democrat congresspersons signaled their displeasure at the event by stonily sitting on their hands during the applause lines – was inconsistent with his dignity as a significant part of the permanent opposition to Trump. Reaching for his moral Glock Murphy recently told the Hartford Courant that Democrat Party opposition to President Donald Trump should be unrelenting and unforgiving: “I think people won’t trust you if you run a campaign saying that if Donald Trump is ...
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