A barbarian, I mean. A real one. That Wolfowitz, he of the crusade against corruption at the World Bank. As this article makes painfully clear, a more fatuous hypocrite there rarely was.
I, Baruch, am in fact partially responsible for the exposure of his calumny. Interesting but true, a very dear friend of mine is the reporter at the FT who scooped the story good and proper. I stayed at his house in DC, and attended a dinner party/barbecue he was supposed to have thrown. He had to spend the evening speaking on the phone to his editor and trying to get a UK libel lawyer to sign off on the charges, instead. And I, Baruch, made my journalist friend a hamburger, fully aware as I was of the final justice of the cause. He would not have eaten otherwise, and might just have conked out, mid paragraph, before they could put it up on the web.