Speaking Ill of the Dead

That would be Christopher Hitchens on Al Haig, in an absolutely gob-smacking display of viciousness. (Classy of Slate to publish it, too.) Whatever it was General Haig did to make him cry so hard, it was unmanly of Mr. Hitchens—and more unseemly even than his accustomed nastiness—to air his soiled laundry so fulsomely. No shame, I guess, and no worries, either, apparently, about how he may be spoken of when he’s gone to the great void in which he so fervently believes.