The indefatigable Fjordman has an extended article in the Brussels Journal. I try not to overstate, but, if the word means anything anymore, it's a catalogue of treason.
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud: Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
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