Jeffrey Goldberg shows a profound moral compass

From a Slate roundtable debate, Jeffrey Goldberg, October 3, 2002:

The administration is planning today to launch what many people would undoubtedly call a short-sighted and inexcusable act of aggression. In five years, however, I believe that the coming invasion of Iraq will be remembered as an act of profound morality.

Yeah. That didn’t happen, asshole. More:

I have noticed, by people with limited experience in the Middle East (Their lack of experience causes them to reach the naive conclusion that an invasion of Iraq will cause America to be loathed in the Middle East, rather than respected)

Jeffrey Goldberg, today bravely explaining his disgust of Dave Weigel:

On the other hand, I was repulsed — really repulsed — by his invitation to Matt Drudge to kill himself. I despise violent keyboard-cowboyism…

An Act of Profound Morality (to date):
4408 dead Americans
At least 100,000 dead Iraqi civilians
At least 2.7 million displaced Iraqis

I was darkly joking when I wrote the other day that I’d be cheered if the iconic image from the end of our most recent endless wars would be that of Michael O’Hanlon setting himself on fire. I’m pretty sure Weigel was too when he thought Drudge would do the world a favor with self-immolation. What’s this fuck’s excuse? The war he wanted and got killed tens of thousands of people and caused irredeemable pain to millions more.

I have a solution, we’ll stop joking about right wing douchebags killing themselves when Jeffrey Goldberg goes on trial at The Hague. Until then, he should shut the fuck up about “keyboard-cowboysim” for just about ever.

(h/t commie atheist, in the comments at roy’s place)

Previous post

Why Are Senate Democrats Letting Republicans Ruin Our Economy?

Next post

Manute's Millionaire (Widow's) Mite

Jay B.

Jay B.

Writer. Bon Vivant. Jerk. I've been called many things, but in my heart I still like to think of myself as that quiet, ultra-shy shut in from Massachusetts who wrote poetry that moved that moved the world. Wait. That's Emily Dickinson.

I'm someone else.