Much like my friend Skippy, I don't much care for when a big-news tragedy hits and the hacks start lining up to parse every angle and split every hair. Case in point, Victor Davis Hanson - who I do honestly like as a rule - starts his recent statement on the political firestorm surrounding the shootings in Tuscon Arizona, with this catchy, yet disingenuous throw-away opener...
Very few Americans are fans of both The Communist Manifestoand Mein Kamp, as the Tucson killer, 22-year-old Jared Lee Loughner, apparently was.
Not to ruin a perfectly inflammatory insinuation, but when you take into account the entire list from which these texts were cherry picked, it seems as though the pundit who decries those trying to score political points for one side of the aisle or t'other has deliberately selected for mention only the books that would fit his chosen narrative and elicit the most favorable agreement from his audience.
Sharing the killer's list of faves with these notable fascist and communist tomes, are such firebrand titles as The Wizard of Oz, To Kill A Mockingbird and We The Living - the last of which is most noted for being the virulently anti-communist screed authored by the notoriously anti-left wing Ayn Rand.
In fact, perusing the whole list gives one no further insight into Jared Loughner than the impression of a muddled, confused and contradictory mind. This can likely be attributed to the fact that whatever else he may be, Jared Loughner is a crackpot. Which leads me to wonder why anyone who is still in at least marginal control of their own faculties, would think that any logic, motive or sentiment can be garnered from an examination of the guy's reading habits.
He is insane. The things he does only make sense to him, and the voices in his head. Therefore, it makes perfect sense to hold in equally high esteem both Mein Kampf and Peter Pan - but only to him. Anyone else who professes to see some obscure logic, or who claims to have divined some masterful grasp of the kook's inner psyche from the list of his bathroom reading, is either equally addled with mental illness or is simply taking a few cheap shots in the dark as a way to pander to the base under the guise of the moral high road.
They're books...not tea leaves.