The estimable Daniel Larison, who tosses off posts like Robert Pollard writes pop songs, nails Charles Krauthammer today. I’ve frankly had it up to here with Mr. Krauthammer ever since his spat with Francis Fukuyama, where he proved himself — like the streetfighter that he is — more interested in getting a good hold on his opponent than in having a serious discussion of American interests.

Anyhow, Mr. Larison puts his finger on exactly what has become so irritating about Krauthammer’s splenetic rhetoric. Read the whole thing, as they say.