Alice von Hildebrand's defense of feelings is online. Prompted by Sancta.
Peggy Noonan bravely confesses the modern faux pas:
I love immigrants from all places, of all colors, ages and backgrounds. But my feelings are particularly strong toward Mexican and other Hispanic immigrants, and when I think of why, two things come to mind. One is that most of them are Catholic, which for me means that for all our differences in language and experience I share with them the biggest essential. They love Our Lady of Guadalupe and so do I. They know Jesus. You don't get more basic than one's deepest beliefs, one's understanding of the truest facts of life. So Mexican immigrants are more like me than some of my neighbors are, and in my heart I don't see them as immigrants but cousins. (I am aware it is a faux pas to admit this. In the modern world we're not supposed to like our own. Sorry.)Reminds me of how my wife's girlfriend, back when they were single and out looking for guys, used to wear men's cologne on the theory that we like what they smell like...I suspect, on a spiritual plane, the more we become like Christ the more we'll love Him.
Eye candy for the bibliophile.
Hitchens writes in Slate about how Hussein was no idle threat. But the sad thing is that the Iraqi people (as well as our soldiers) have had to pay so heavy a price for that evil leadership. It would've been better had the Iraqis rose up against Hussein and we assisted them, but that was unlikely precisely because of Hussein's brutality. A catch-22. The people there are still astonishingly afraid of him which is something we can scarcely imagine, having no experience of a police state. But a soldier in Iraq who went to my high school says that even now if you mention the name "Saddam Hussein" to Iraqis they cringe as if expecting a blow. How could they have risen up given that circumstance?