FISKING NATIONAL REVIEW

Their recent editorial going wobbly on Iraq deserved a response. The original Tory-wimpy editorial was not online. It is now.

ENVIROCONS: Here’s a local blog trying to advance a little conservative sense into the environmental movement. Nick Schulz also emails to point out the real import of Bjorn Lomborg’s work:

What Bjorn gets right that the left doesn’t understand and the right has yet to embrace is that the key to sensible environmentalism is getting priorities right. With limited financial and political resources to address problems we can’t attack all problems in the same way at the same time; so we need to be smart about what problems we do tackle and in what order. The problem with Kyoto isn’t that it can’t be ratified (which it can’t) or that it won’t work (which it won’t) or that it’s too costly (which it is) or that the science doesn’t justify it (which it doesn’t). It’s that there are for more substantive and pressing ecological problems (overfishing and lack of potable water, to name just two) that deserve immediate attention and that we can actually do something about.

Exactement.

FROM HERE TO WOLFIE: I’m proud that Paul Wolfowitz cited the Marine email that I posted a while back in the Senate Armed Services Committee hearing this morning. I’m even prouder that such a Marine is serving this country.

GOING NEGATIVE: Now the campaigns have really gone and done it.

ANOTHER RAVE: Jon Rauch’s superb and calm case for equal marriage rights gets another rave review from civil rights historian David J Garrow in the Washington Post. (Memo to the WP: why don’t you provide links to online book-sellers in your online reviews? C’mon. This is 2004.) Honestly, this book is worth buying and reading. And if you missed Michiko Kakutani’s review of Alice Walker’s new book in the NYT today, then prepare yourself for a fillip of joy. Money quote:

In the end “Now Is the Time to Open Your Heart” is less a novel than a cloying collection of New Age homilies, multicultural pieties and trippy Carlos Castaneda-ish riffs, hung like politically correct Christmas ornaments on the armature of Kate’s tortuous journey from self-pity to self-congratulation.

No liberal bias there. Just honesty.