ACTUALLY, IT IS A DISEASE:

I knew that the wave of anti-Americanism that would swell up after the Iraq war would make me feel ill. And it has. It has made me much, much more ill than I had expected.

My anti-Americanism has become almost uncontrollable. It has possessed me, like a disease. It rises up in my throat like acid reflux, that fashionable American sickness.

Hey, we don’t call it “anti-American bile” for nothing. But admitting to the disease is the first step toward getting help.

UPDATE: Reader Gregory Taylor emails:

Hi Glenn. She vents: “A nation that can paint those faces on death machines must be insane.” Well, apparently we learned that little trick from the famously insane Royal Air Force in World War 2. See: Link “The famous “shark’s teeth” marking did not originate with the Flying Tigers, but was adapted from the markings used by the Tomahawks of the RAF’s No. 112 Squadron in North Africa.”

Actually, it’s the deep loathing for Coca-cola that is the true sign of insanity. Though, personally, I’d like to see smiley-faces and “PLUR” painted on all our death machines. As with the Medes’ babyface makeup, the incongruity would probably unnerve our foes.