If a Christian is one who turns his slapped cheek to the slapper for more roughhouse, the American male is no Christian. We are more like Lafcadio Wluiki, the hero of Andree Gide’s novel, “Lafcadio’s Adventures.” Lafcadio keeps a small knife handy, and whenever he is insulted, he stabs himself in the thigh to memorialize the insult. Forgetting is forgiving. We are not braggarts. An Ahmadinejad here would be laughed to scorn. But we know how to nourish scorpions in our hearts. That we do well. And when the time is ripe, BANG goes the stinger.
go home from us in peace. We seek not your counsel or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you;
may your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen!"
--Samuel Adams