Presents for those you hate: The Spy's Christmas list of unreadable books

Editors' Note:  With the holiday shopping season beginning today, the Spy, committed as it is to reader service, today solves your most pressing holiday shopping query: what do you get for the person you hate but have to give a present to?  You know: your boss, your client, your neighbor whose lawnmower you keep borrowing, your frenemy, your Republican uncle and so many others.  It has to be something that no one would enjoy, value, or use but not so obviously contemptuous as to get you into hot water.   Our solution: just give them one of these unreadable books.  For our many new readers, an “unreadable” book is one that is not just terrible. It has to be a book that you don't actually have to read to, um, appreciate. Just imagine the look on their faces when they learn that you've stuffed their stockings with one of these tomes.

American Weirdo
by Olivia Nuzzi [Claude, check title – Ed.]
Simon & Schuster
$30, already marked down to $27.96

Have you ever wondered what goes on the mind of a young entitled narcissist who likes to bang, virtually and really, disgusting men much older than she?

And she sings, too!

Yeah, us neither. But for anyone on your Christmas list who wants to know what “felching” is, (our advice: don’t search it, or if you must turn off images) we have the perfect choice for them, and we also have to ask why they are on your list.

Nuzzi you may recall was once considered a bright young political reporter although no one seems to recall anything cogent she ever said about politics. Her career went up in flames when she crushed on Brainworm Bobby Kennedy, Jr. and confessed, or boasted, about the great video sex she had with him. In her defense, it’s got to be better, and healthier, than any other kind with a former heroin addict.

She retreated to the land of second chances for the nutty and passably attractive, Los Angeles, and proceeded to pen the memoir of her dirty and other deeds, which she chooses to call a “canto.” We think of a canto as a piece of a poem, but she’s good (she thinks) at getting men and words to do what she wants.

Anyway if you enjoy dirt about hideous old men in politics and media, do what Olivia always did around prominent men who could advance her career and grab it!

Unscripted
By Cheryl Hines
Skyhorse,
$32.99, already marked down to $29.99.

If you can’t get enough of the wit and wisdom of women willing to bone Bobby Kennedy, Jr. (a much larger group than you might have thought), Cheryl Hines has offered a memoir of her own thrilling life.

Cheryl remembers how she met Brainworm Bobby

We’re going to take a wild guess here: it’s the heartwarming story of an actress from the Florida boondocks who through luck and f*** [surely, pluck? – Ed.] made her way to the middle of Hollywood stardom and then married a demented creep who had enough money to support her in the style to which she would like to become accustomed.

Expect plenty of anecdotes about more famous and talented people she knows (like Larry David?) and her fabulous collection of snappy serapes (which she models on the cover).

She’s also willing to defend her odious husband. This is normally a good thing in a wife, but when hubby is intent on killing millions of Americans by spreading lies about vaccines and other proven forms of medical care while felching the corrupt demented sex offender he serves, maybe it’s time to cut your losses, sue for divorce, and open a yarn store back home in Florida or some other godforsaken place where superannuated actresses go to get the hell out of the way.

Listening to the Law: Reflections on the Court and Constitution
by Amy Coney Barrett 
Sentinel
$32.00, already marked down to $18.51

It turns out that Supreme Court Justices have a number of side hustles, not limited to vacationing on the private jets of billionaire reactionaries or sipping tea out of such billionaires’ collection of National Socialist bone china. They also can write (or put their names on) books and pocket a huge advance.

Sometimes the result is a moving memoir, like Lovely Girl by Ketanji Brown Jackson. And sometimes, when you need to finance that vacation home on the Maryland shore for you and your fellow handmaids, you get stuff like this.

Barrett is the poorly-qualified mediocrity installed on the bench at the catastrophic end of the Mad King’s first reign while the dirt was still being piled on the grave of her predecessor Ruth Bader Ginsburg. She was put there to provide a vote to abolish abortion rights and generally sign on to the lawless Republican project of creating permanent Republican rule.

Which she has loyally done ever since.

Despite (or perhaps because of) the hypocritical disregard for the law displayed by Barrett and her five bent Republican colleagues, she has slapped together a book proclaiming her fealty to the rule of law and our Constitution.

We have a complete response in four words: Trump v. United States. Anyone who has even glanced at Article II of the Constitution or over two centuries of its interpretation has been struck by the care the Framers took to limit the authority of the Executive, reflecting their fear of creating a new tyranny.

How right they were! They probably didn’t expect the other two branches to aid and abet Executive tyranny but thanks to Barrett and her, um, brethren, that’s what happened, despite whatever despite drivel Barrett’s clerks were able to cobble together.

But don’t worry: even if our democracy didn’t survive Barrett, her royalties did, and that’s what counts. 

How to Test Negative for Stupid: And Why Washington Never Will―A Senator's Funny and Perceptive Takedown of Washington Politics
by John Kennedy
Broadside
$29.99, already marked down to $24  

One of the Mad King's many loyal Republican taint-polishers, Sen. John Kennedy (R – the Bayou) offers up his mind-bending meta-level take on the question no one is asking: is he an idiot or is he just pretending?

Sen. Kennedy, shown here without his Oxford robes

On the one hand, he certainly does his best to sound like a jackass just fished out of the swamps of Barataria with his affected Uncle Cornpone accent and homely anecdotes about the dog that wouldn't hunt because Kristi Noem shot him, before Sen. Kennedy confirmed her to a critical homeland-security job.

On the other, he has a law degree from the University of Virginia, has studied at Oxford (not the one in Mississippi), and displays a certain ruthless canniness that has made him what he is today: another pathetic spineless toady of the Mad King.

Now he's apparently trying to pass himself off as the plutocrat's Will Rogers, with homely aphorisms about how stupid everyone in Washington is (except him of course).

Stupidity in government is indeed is a problem, but not nearly as serious a problem as the ongoing subversion of the rule of law and American democracy, which Kennedy is happy to further as long as he can get a few live shots and presumably some royalties for pisspoor collections of his homilies.

It's part of the great Republican tradition going back at least to St. Ronald of Bitburg to sabotage any government program that actually helps people and then use the disastrous results to persuade the intended beneficiaries that government is inherently unable to help them.   

Perhaps by writing a book decrying the stupidity of Washington politics, he hopes that we will overlook his relentless support of a demented corrupt despot, not to mention said despot's un-American attack on our nations and its institutions.

The question the book doesn't answer though is: are we as stupid as this empty suit thinks we are?

So far the answer seems to be yes.

Men, are you having trouble with your love life despite your obvious superiority? Just ask Jeff!

We're hearing a lot these days about the crisis of American men.  Alone, adrift, unsure of how to navigate the complexities of modern life including how to score with their subordinates at work.  As always, the Spy is here to help!  That's why we're inaugurating our new advice column, Ask Jeff.  This column gives confused and lonely guys the chance to pick the brain of one of America's most successful and admired men, Jeffrey Epstein (you didn't really believe he was dead, did you?) 

If you've got a question, just email it to Jeff at funwithJeff@harvard.edu and send along $40 million or a Harvard fleece.  He'll set you straight!

Dear Jeff,

I'm a tall successful Jewish professional with a resumé that guys would kill for.  In addition, I'm ruggedly handsome and my wife doesn't care what I do in my spare time.  But I'm having trouble getting the ball into the hole, if you catch my drift.  I have mentored a number of smoking hot young women but none of them are willing to knock boots with me.  Now my boss has found out and lots of people in the Yard, um, my place of work are really angry with me.  I've tried the usual – empty apology, fake contrition, and lowering my public profile, and everyone is still busting my balls.  What else can you suggest?

–  Larry from Cambridge

Dear Larry,

I feel your pain.  It's getting so a normal guy can't hit on his subordinates even if he's super nice about it and agrees to review her slides first.  What happened?   And you have absolutely done the right thing with a bulls*** apology while holding on to your high paying no heavy lifting faculty appointment.  My advice is that you should get the hell out of Dodge for a while and find someplace warm and sunny out of the way.  Why not swing by the Island for a while and I can fix you up with some very bright young women who will ensure that Demand equals Supply, if you catch my drift, and I know you do.

Dear Jeff,

I am the world's most brilliant lawyer.  If you don't believe me just ask my grateful clients, at least the ones who are still alive.  Although I am brilliant, charming, rich, and convivial, I find that I am no longer invited to the right parties on Martha's Vineyard.  It used to be when I sunbathed in the nude on Lucy Vincent Beach, it would attract a crowd of admirers.  Now no one cares, and I can't even get a pierogi on the Island anymore.  What can I do to make these people feel guilty enough so that they will invite me to their parties again?  What about saying that ignoring me is just another example of rampant anti-Semitism?  Well, isn't it? 

– Alan from Chilmark

Dear Alan,

They're just jealous of your mind as well as your body.  I don't even know why you waste time with these losers (unless they are famous in which case you should introduce me to them).   Why not come on down to my Island?  We've brought in a number of new Burmese masseuses you can call “Olga” if you like.  I am sure that a few sessions with them will make you forget all your aches and pains.  This time, though, as we used to say at Dalton, drop the gattkes!

Dear Jeff,

I am a visionary genius with intelligence and powers far beyond the reach of mere mortals.  For months now, I have been trying to warn the rabble of the arrival of the anti-Christ and his plan to destroy New York City.  Yet, as further proof that the lower orders are incapable of governing themselves, my warnings are being ignored except for a few of my most enlightened followers.  What can I do to make the churls understand?

– St. Peter Afrikaner, Palo Alto

Dear Peter,

First of all, lighten the f up!  No one likes a Debbie Downer!  Second, don't let them know that you're frustrated.  The lower orders love that.  Instead, continue to reach out to your fellow overlords to pass along your message.  Speaking of passing along your message, I hear that CNN is for sale and for only $24 million I am willing to advise you how it could be yours for a relative pittance.  Just imagine – you and you alone will decide what the rabble hears on the Christ News Network!  You won't even have to change the sign!  Hmu!  In the meantime, book yourself on a podcast with a sympathetic host.  I'd go with Ross Douthat.

Dear Jeff,

Where is the life that late I led?  Where is now, totally dead?  Where is the fun I used to find?  Where has it gone?  Gone with the wine!

Get me out of here, Jeff! 

Now my loony brother has stuck me in some dreary hellhole in Scotland.  The only available rogering involves woolly creatures out in the fields.  I'm not there yet, but I can't go on like this much longer!

Worst yet, I don't have a brass farthing to my name.  Can you be a prince of a fellow and lend me a few million quid just so I can get back in the game?

Regally yours,

Andy, Crathie (wherever the f*** that is).

Dear Andy,

No.

Dear Jeff,

I'm a swinging charismatic big-city mayor soon to have a lot of time on my hands.  I was thinking maybe I could come down to your island and chill.  I'm lots of fun and a snappy dresser.  Maybe beginning the second week of January?

– Eric, Jersey City, NJ

Dear Eric,

Sure, as soon as you come across with the $40 million or the Harvard fleece.  Them's the rules.  As they say in Jersey, money talks and bulls*** walks!

Dear Jeff,

You probably don't get a lot of letters from super-hot women like me, but here goes!  I'm a tall blonde gal who likes to have a good time and also likes older men.  A lot (both the liking and the older part). I just wrote a book that everyone is talking about.  But now the mean girls who are jealous of my body and my body count are talking trash about me and how I'm an empty narcissistic gold-digger with nothing to say!  How should I respond?*  By the way, this is me at 16.  

 

That was 16 years ago but I still have it!  You're always giving great advice to guys on how they can improve their public image, so can you help me?  We can discuss on a Zoom call if you like!

- Livvy from Malibu 

Dear Livvy,

I used to teach math at the prestigious Dalton School so I can add 16 +16 and get the result = I'm not interested. 

Good and Dead: War criminal, liar, torture advocate, subverter of democracy, and mainstream Republican Dick Cheney

The obituary page of The Massachusetts Spy

By Luke Reschuss
Obituary Editor 

Although the recent obsequies for heartless warmonger Dick Cheney were restrained in their enthusiasm for the one of this century's leading war criminals, some of them did mention that at the end of his life he spoke out against the Mad King.

Thanks, Dick!

In fact his attack on the Tangerine-Faced Fascist was ignored by every single Republican, including those in his home state of Wyoming, who repudiated him and replaced his daughter with an insane Trump taint-polisher.

If only George W. Bush had shown the same resistance to Dead-eye Dick's nonsense, hundreds of thousands of dead Americans and Iraqis might be alive today and hundreds of thousands more, like Sen. Tammy Duckworth, might still have their arms and legs.

He died pretty much forgotten by a populace weary of neocon warmaking. It would be a mistake though not to mark his demise because, as others have noticed, his combination of lawlessness, bullying, corruption, and lies lives on in the party that rejected him in favor of more demonstrative bigots. There was also some sense that Cheney represented a great tradition of mainstream Republicanism that has sadly and surprisingly vanished in the era of the Mad King.

We'll agree with the first part, but as to the second we submit that the differences between the Cheney Regime and the current Fascist coup against America are at most ones of style and degree.

We're not alone:

“Dick Cheney is the godfather of the Trump presidency,” said Larry Jacobs, director of the Center for the Study of Politics and Governance at the University of Minnesota. “Trump is unchained because Dick Cheney had been at war for half a century against the restraints put in place after Vietnam and Watergate. He believed that action was more important than following constitutional rules.” 

The only thing we'd quibble with is the implication that the restraints on an imperial Presidency only came into existence in the 1970's. In fact, they are contained in Article II of the Constitution, which grants surprisingly limited powers to what Dead-eye Dick's apologists called the “unitary Presidency.”

The Nation had a fair and balanced assessment of Dead-eye’s career: 

 

Trump now walks a red carpet of lawlessness, plutocracy, and bloodshed woven by Cheney. An uncharismatic Nixon functionary—someone who might never have risen to power had Texas Senator John Tower not drunk himself out of a Pentagon appointment that instead went to Cheney—decisively shaped the destruction of constitutional governance in 21st-century America.

That’s really the point: it’s not just that Dick Cheney was a monstrous human being – he was – it’s that he paved the way for today’s Republican coup against America by pulling out of his sagging ass an entirely invented doctrine about an all-powerful Presidency and then using that assumed power to commit unspeakable crimes.

We can skip over his formative years as a mainstream Republican functionary, when he apparently concocted the hallucination that Crooked Dick Nixon had gotten a bum rap and all this separation-of-powers and rule-of-law crap was just so much water under the board.

In 2000, he persuaded a credulous, stupid, inadequate Republican pol named George W. Bush that he could relieve him of the burden of working on or even comprehending national security and foreign policy matters in much the same way that George’s daddy had relieved him of the burden of serving his country in the Vietnam War.

After Bush won the election by a 5-4 vote of the Supreme Court, Cheney installed himself as the viceroy of the Bush Regime, aided immensely by his equally evil partner in crime, Don Rumsfeld, who served, so to speak, as Secretary of Defense.

His first goal was to unravel the policy of detente with Russia pioneered by his idol St. Ronald of Bitburg. He was so preoccupied with this pointless exercise that he utterly failed to appreciate the real threat to the United States.

Counter-terrorism expert Richard Clarke was so worried about al-Qaeda’s threats to strike in America, relayed to him by the CIA and other intelligence sources, that he desperately tried to bring their concerns to Dick Cheney’s attention. Cheney, too busy with humiliating Russia, avoided him as long he could. Finally, Clarke got a high level meeting: on September 4, 2001.  Nothing was done.

No torture here, said Dick

When confronted by his utter failure to protect America from al-Qaeda, Cheney lied, saying Clarke had never warned him. Seven email memos state otherwise.

On 9/11, in addition to cancelling his meeting with Clarke, Cheney assumed absolute power at the White House while the real President was being ferried around the country on Air Force One, copy of “My Pet Goat” in hand. In the fanciful account of that day in Cheney’s New York Times obit, the paper of record applauded his “steady hand” at the White House.

That wasn’t true either. In fact he tried to make a number of Bat Guano-like decisions, including one to shoot down civilian aircraft approaching Washington, which had to be countermanded by functionaries like Josh Bolten who gently reminded Dead-eye Dick that he wasn’t the President and that the real President was available by secure datalinks to make such momentous calls.

After bungling 9/11 and lying about it, Cheney realized that it provided an opportunity not only to aggrandize the U.S. by making wars on little countries supposedly too weak to fight back, like Iraq and Afghanistan, but also to dissolve the institutional and constitutional restraints on the exercise of Presidential power, like the supposed power to torture.

Another Cheney lie

Cheney and Rumsfeld unleashed their bent lawyers on the Department of Justice, who duly delivered a ridiculous justification of torture as being OK as long as the victim did not die or remain permanently crippled. 

There was and is a clear definition of torture in U.S. law: 

“torture” means an act committed by a person acting under the color of law specifically intended to inflict severe physical or mental pain or suffering (other than pain or suffering incidental to lawful sanctions) upon another person within his custody or physical control.

18 U.S.C. § 2340(1)

Despite these simple and clear words contained in black-letter law,

[Yoo] wrote the infamous Bush-era “Torture Memos.” Today, John Yoo and his work are — in the words of one source close to Donald Trump — seen as a “guiding light” by MAGA lawyers and other Trump lieutenants who are seeking to form the legal foundations necessary for making a second Trump administration as wrathful and as unchained as possible.

Based on this fraudulent memo, Cheney always insisted that the United States did not employ torture, despite perpetrating outrages like this:

Four such stories, based almost exclusively on information taken from the Senate torture report, are shared below. They don't include the detainees forced to stand on broken legs, endure ice water baths, or undergo "rectal rehydration" (in reality, rape) at the hands of interrogators, at least one of whom had anger management issues while another "reportedly admitted to sexual assault." These stories represent just a fraction of the prisoners profiled in the report, including at least 26 individuals wrongfully detained even according to the CIA's unlawful standards.

But together, they represent many of the worst elements of the program – the abuse itself, the breakdown in oversight, the preference for merciless brutality over credible intelligence gathering, and the complicity of the highest levels of government.

The other stories include a detainee who died from hypothermia after being shackled with no pants, a German national detained and mistreated by mistake, repeated beatings of a detainee, and beatings and 5 days of sleep deprivation of a detainee that yielded no useful intelligence.  

Which is of course our point: Cheney and his remorseless immoral sadistic campaign for unlimited Presidential power to bomb and abuse anyone he sees fit brought us to our current plight.

Fun fact, though: even Torture Guy Woo isn’t buying the Mad King’s current policy of murdering people in boats on the high seas whom someone says might be engaged in drug smuggling. But he helped build the legal foundation for such barbarism, so you can give Woo a cookie. I won’t.

As grisly and unlawful as Cheney and Rummy’s torture campaign was, it pales in the harm it caused next to their promotion of a terrible bloody and pointless war in Iraq, based on lies concocted by Cheney and Rumsfeld in part by bullying the bureaucracy to bend the facts to fit their lust for violence.

They manipulated and falsified intelligence to buttress their lies that Hussein was somehow involved in 9/11 and possessed weapons of mass destruction.  Then they selectively leaked those lies to credulous reporters who duly reprinted them in places like The New York Times, thus covering their bulls*** with a spray tan of credibility. The lies still stank though. 

And like Republicans ever since, Cheney not only lied repeatedly and unrepentantly; he tried to smear and destroy the lives of those who dared to speak the truth.  When Valerie Plame's husband dared to contradict his bulls*** story about Saddam supposedly buying uranium in Africa, Cheney ordered Plame's identity as a covert CIA agent leaked to a neocon columnist, endangering not only her but her network of spies, some working in harm's way.  And as noted above, he falsely tried to blame Clarke for his administration's failure to react to pre-9/11 intelligence.

Yeah, but if it's raining, who wants to go?

In so doing, he modeled the behavior of the current generation of lying Republican autocrats, who not only refuse to take responsibility for their failures but respond with personal smears (if not indictments) to demean their critics.

But on this Veteran's Day we recall one last parallel between dead Cheney and the current Mad King: like the cowardly bullies they were, they avoided any military service while glorifying violence and treating our troops as disposable props for their theater of cruelty.  Cheney sent hundreds of thousands of ill-trained ill-equipped National Guard troops into multiple bloody tours of duty in Iraq.

His successor the Mad King takes every opportunity to demean the military, from refusing to honor the fallen at a cemetery in France because it would muss his grotesque comb-over to telling his adviser, John Kelly, whose son fell in service to our country, that such brave souls were “suckers and losers.”

The neocon chorus who carried the bags for Dead-eye Dick want us to believe now that the rise of the Republican Mad King represents an inexplicable break from the great Republicans who preceded him. If you believe that, then you are just another one of the Republicans' “suckers and losers.”

White Man's Burden: the Republican advocacy of white European superiority

By Huntley Haverstock
Spy Foreign Correspondent

While Republicans claim to “know nothing” about trivial matters like starving families, unpaid air traffic controllers, covering up Presidential child rape, and corrupt pardons of convicted criminals who have bribed their Mad King, and thus are happy to do nothing, there's one critical matter that they believe deserves their full attention.

The matter: favoring white Christians of European descent over all other cat-eating scum, on the basis of the indisputable superiority of their white Christian European culture. 

The superior claim of Americans of European background over all others (including the Native Americans who were here first) to special privilege is obvious, at least according to that magnificent specimen of white male superiority, Vice President Jimmy Don Vontz:

In his speech this year, Mr. Vance identified “our ancestors” as the people who came to “tame a wild continent.” Americans, in this construction, are those people whose ancestors participated in the conquest of Indigenous America, a process that occurred primarily between 1604 and 1890, when the Census Bureau famously declared that the frontier was no more. If your ancestors include people who were Indigenous or enslaved or who immigrated to this country after 1890 — ancestors who, in all likelihood, are not British, German or French Protestants — you might not be equally American. 

If you have to ask whether Black Americans, whose ancestors also immigrated here before 1890, albeit in chains, are also entitled to special treatment, then you're not catching the drift here. 

Those in search of exemplars of the obviously superior specimens of white European genes or whatever need look no further than the forebears of Jimmy Don and the demented goon whose taint he polishes every day to a fine bronze sheen with his beard.

Jimmy Don's parents were a white junkie who stole pain meds from her own patients to feed her habit and abused her children and a baby daddy who shortly after JD arrived abandoned and neglected his children.  Doesn't get too much more superior than that.  

Not so fast.  The Mad King's grandfather ran a brothel in Canada and his father was a cold corrupt racist landlord in New York who passed along his immoral sociopathic world view to his limited son. 

But despite or perhaps because of the dubiety of the case for the superiority of white folks, this majestic blood and soil vision of what it means to be an American has come to dominate the Republican Party and its racist white base of support.

Consider neo-Na*i hatemonger Nick Fuentes, who enjoyed the Mad King's hospitality at Merde-a-Lardo three years ago and has unrepentantly spread the bizarro-Gospel of Christian white supremacy ever since:

It's nice that he's so chummy with mainstream Republican and former Fox 'News' anchor Tucker Carlson (who lost his job not because of his relentless advocacy of white racism but because he slagged off his boss Rupert Murdoch).  After offering up one antisemitic slur after another, Fuentes ended the jolly discussion on an upbeat note:

When asked to share his unfettered core beliefs with Carlson, Fuentes obliged, painting a vision of a future America that Jews did not have the right to inherit.

“We do need to be right-wing. We do need to be Christian. We do, on some level, need to be pro-white,” he said. “Not to the exclusion of everybody else, but recognizing that white people have a special heritage here, as Americans.” 

On some level? It sounds like the level of the Republican mainstream, who are increasingly fearful that neo-Na*i scum like Fuentes and his equally loathsome enablers like Carlson are in fact the current and future base of the Republican Party:

But there’s also a real fear that Fuentes can actually break through and become hegemonic in the Republican Party.

We wouldn’t be seeing this kind of anxiety in conservative circles if that weren’t the case. I’ve talked to a number of people who are sort of active in right-wing politics in D.C., and this is what they’re telling me—that, you know, Fuentes has a large audience, especially among conservative activists, the people who are actively involved in Republican politics. 

The speaker,  David Austin Smith, a Yale scholar, also pointed out that the white supremacist if not Fascist streak in the Republican Party goes back to Pat Buchanan, who believed the wrong side won World War II, and the Birchers and McCarthyites of the 1950's.

These are the Republicans that Jimmy Don Vontz wants to appeal to with his fearsome drivel about how white European Americans are better than those nasty other kinds (including, as Fuentes and Carlson are happy to point out, those demonic Jews).

Now we could point out that the record of these white European settlers is not without its blemishes, including matters like slavery and the genocide of the Native Americans.

But we'd like to take a step further and see how those white Europeans did on on their home ground – Europe – in the 20th Century.

Our first stop is Ypres, a medieval Flemish cloth-trading town.  It looks pretty nice at first glance:

  

That medieval looking building is the Cloth Hall. It only looks medieval because the real one was destroyed during the various Battles of Ypres between 1914 and 1918 when two sides of superior white Christianity slaughtered each other for reasons no one can now fathom.

The results of the carnage are all around you.  At the Menin Gate, a few blocks away, an enormous deep arch records the names of over 54,000 British and Commonwealth troops, most of them white Christians, who died in the battles around Ypres but whose bodies were never recovered:

Despite the size of the arch, it could not contain all the names of those missing in action.  The other 37,000 names are thus listed at a separate memorial a few kilometers up the road at the Tyne Cot Cemetery.  The 210,000 who fell but whose bodies were recovered are buried all over, including at Tyne Cot.

The 300,000 troops memorialized in and around Ypres constitute a full 1% of the 30 million men who died in action during that War, almost all of them white European Christians.  

But that carnage was only a part of the glorious history of superior white Christians in Europe during the 20th century.

A few hours away from Ypres lies the great German Hanseatic free port of Hamburg, a leading center of trade and culture for close to a millenium.  In 1943, its citizens, like the other good white Christian Germans, had enthusiastically embraced Nazi terror and conquest.

For its support, the white European Christians and their descendants in America decided that the city had to be firebombed and destroyed, thus causing the deaths of tens of thousands of Hamburg civilians.

So beginning on July 23, 1943, thousands of American and Royal Air Force bombers began their campaign to burn the venerable Free City. 

The former St. Michael's Church was preserved as a memorial:

By the time the bombers had finished their mission of annihilation, over 30,000 had died and 60% of Hamburg's homes had been destroyed.  The war went on for another 22 months, during which time millions more fell on the battlefield and another six million Jewish civilians were murdered in the Holocaust.

That's quite a score run up by white European Christians in the 31 years between 1914 and 1945.

It make you wonder who would look at this track record and conclude that the people responsible for the endless slaughter of the past century were somehow inherently superior to any other life form, mosses and lichens included.

You'd have to be as angry and stupid as pretty much every Republican to believe that your culture was superior and that you had the right to torment anyone who didn't fit your definition of the Master Race.

If you allow these racist Republicans to continue to impose their falsified views on your country, then you are scarcely better than they.

And you are much, much worse than the immigrants whom Americans of superior descent accuse of eating cats.