VICTOR DAVIS HANSON WRITES ON MAUREEN DOWD:

I confess that her writing has long bothered me, always in times of national duress reflecting an elite superficiality that is out of touch with most of us in the America she flies over. It is not just that for the last two years she has been wrong about Afghanistan, wrong about the efficacy of the war against terror, and wrong about Iraq — despite yesterday’s surprising sudden admission that “We were always going to win the war with Iraq.” The problem is more a grotesque chicness that quite amorally juxtaposes mention of tidbits like alpha males, Manhattan fashion — and her own psychodramas — with themes of real tragedies like the dying in the Middle East and war’s horror.

So she just doesn’t get it. It is precisely because Mr. Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, and Wolfowitz hate war, wish to avoid a repeat of the vaporization of 3,000 in Manhattan and the specter of further mass killing from terrorists, armed with frightening weapons from rogue states like Iraq, that they resorted to force. She evokes Sherman (who called something like 19th century Dowdism “bottled piety”) with disdain, but forgets that Sherman, who saw firsthand the grotesqueness of Shiloh, proclaimed that war was all hell — but only after his trek through Georgia where he freed 40,000 slaves and destroyed the icons of the Confederacy, while losing 100 soldiers and killing not more than 600 young non-slave-holding Southerners, an hour’s carnage at Antietam or Gettysburg.

It might be neat between cappuccinos to write about leaders getting “giddy” about winning a terrible war, or thinking up cool nicknames like “Rummy,” “Wolfie,” and titles like “Dances with Wolfowitz,” but meanwhile out in the desert stink thousands of young Americans, a world away from the cynical Letterman world of Maureen Dowd, risk their lives to ensure that there are no more craters in her environs — and as a dividend give 26 million a shot at the freedom that she so breezily enjoys.

Yeah, but actually knowing history and stuff is too un-Carrie-Bradshaw-like for Dowd. My only complaint with Hanson’s piece is the Letterman reference.

Letterman — like many other comics including Jay Leno and Dennis Miller, and unlike Ms. Dowd who only tries to be funny — has actually been far more serious and perceptive about matters of war and peace than that reference would suggest.