The Greatest French Woman Since Bardot

Over the years, I've come to realize that all liberals and most conservatives are far more interested in adhering to their ideology than they are in getting and acknowledging the facts, and that even when either side does accept a fact something that contradicts some portion of their belief structure, they are virtually never willing to alter that structure to accommodate the new information. In other words, there are no amount of facts and no measure of importance that would get most people to abandon their long-held notions.

We've recently seen it here in the person of Snowy. Not only are his beliefs and allegiances 100% fact-free, but he actually thinks he argues his points well. We've seen if from Hen and Lenny and that poor hapless liberalite co-ed, who deservedly shall remain nameless, who happened to wander in recently and thought she was dealing with some overwhelmed conservative on her college campus.

Nationally, this dangerous adherence to ideology is the reason why Barack Obama can do no wrong and McCain can do no right in the eyes of so many. It does no good to point out that, for example, while Obama been thoroughly discredited to the very depths of his positions, experience and his being, yet he's still as popular as ever among his believers. Of course, McCain hasn't done anything to assuage the concerns of conservatives, so I can't say definitively how they'd react if he did, but I still feel it's safe to say that there's nothing McCain could do at this point to win over those who hold negative opinions of him. But in fact, the right's collective opinion of McCain is fully justified, the left's opinion of Obama is rooted in nothing but fantasy... which is where the left itself is rooted, of course.

So today I'd like to bring to your attention a column by Anne-Elisabeth Moutet. I found it riveting. Not only does she shed light on the world of mainstream "journalists," but she brings us the closing chapter in a long held lie. What I found most amazing, apart from the story itself, was her command of the English language and the rich novel-like texture of her piece. If I didn't know better, I might have thought she was Camus' daughter which, who knows, she may very well be...