It is doubtful Brooks, one of the founding lights of The Weekly Standard's school of national greatness who celebrated the end of "the libertarian grip on the GOP," would condone a self-identified "bourgeois bohemian" skating around and cutting down yellow support-the-troops ribbons. But that is the problem with a category that can hold both the uber-nerd Brooks and a Rollerblading, Walkman-wearing, former restaurant hostess who has taken up painting—recent subject, baboon stem cells—while turning to a channeled angel named Kryon for meaning.
Lynda Ragsdale said the yellow ribbons are not just pro-troops but pro-war. Now that's nuts. One can object to the mission while still holding out the fervent and honest hope that everyone on it returns safe. It is a distinction that those of us who stand in absolute opposition to the Drug War have long had to make—unless there are a bunch of folks out there hoping that cops get capped every night.