His neoconnish taste for aggression is also gravely troubling (it's very Jєωιѕн, too, of course).
Who here is for aggression? I opposed the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. I just realize that pacifism is for those who believe in the death for a nation.
I'd bet fifty (virtual) bucks that, like most "national greatness" types, he's never been in uniform yet expects others to do the fighting and dying for him.
And I'd bet like most liberaltarian types you've never worked a day of hard manual labor in your life or lived in an apartment complex.
"Liberaltarian"? Must you resort to gibberish glommed from smug, self-important bloggers and chat-show yappers? Have you never acquired the knack of constructing a standard English sentence with wholesome English words? (The prose of Dr. Johnson and T. S. Eliot are good models to learn from.) Yet here you are, telling me and others what to think and how to respond to ideas you've shown yourself barely able to comprehend! I grant that the cutting and pasting you do so much of are skills of a sort, but they are no substitute for close reading and careful reflection.
Apropos the actual matter of your comment, you have backhandedly confirmed what I suspected: that you're all for saber rattling so long as others—like me, in my long-gone youth—bear the material unpleasantness, do the heavy lifting, and clean up the mess afterwards.
In addition—and not surprisingly, given your track record here and elsewhere—you're dead wrong in your "analysis" of me. I did menial labor until I was almost fifty, and I've lived nowhere but small apartments for the past forty-nine years.
None of this autobiography is any of your business, of course, but I have revealed this much because your words in turn reveal a small-minded reverse snobbishness that is part and parcel of how you evidently look at people and ideas both: not straight on, but mediated by a bushel of bluster and a peck of preconceptions. If splashing about in this sort of muddy pool is what gets you a steady diet of attaboys from your chums, who am I to say you nay? But if "tradition" is more to you than a species of know-nothingism without the party hat and the kazoo, you had better begin clearing your mind of cant. The sooner the better.