I Will be Dipped ...
Fred Reed long ago turned me off so thoroughgoingly I determined I'd never voluntarily dip into the cesspool he writes again. But then somebody sent me this:
Foreign policy—just about everybody’s—springs from spinal reflexes, I tell you. The human race has no business being in charge of its affairs. I’m trying to think of a better idea.
Proving once more that even a blind hog finds an acorn once in awhile.
It's the tail end of a shockingly un-Fred-Reed-like (that is to say, thoughtful, pithy, and reason-provoking) recent column.
Or something redemptive, anyway. The whole thing is called "The Ganglia of Four," and it's pretty good reading.