I, like many of my peers, revulse at George Will-fully nasty’s incessant mewling, carping and petty derogation of our president, who is fighting on all Americans’ behalf to improve the conditions in our country, against a hysterical, desperate gang of thugs unconstrained in their frenzy to regain power and fatten their wallets.
Will’s white-shoed, Pecksniffian elitism betrays his feckless lack of ability to do anything but talk; on a real battlefield like the one on which our president fights daily, he’d be the bewildered child of privilege, cowering in a foxhole, unable to make, or even face, a decision, but who, post-battle, strides into safety — nose in the air, wrinkled at the smell of the dead who had done the job, had fought the fight, had actually done something other than lament the crooked crease of their trousers.
He writes tales told by an idiot — full of sound and fury, signifying only his own effete intellectual sterility. Isn’t there someone more in touch with the reality of the life of us all whose writings can replace his dainty, yet acidic, vituperative musings in your editorial column? Is there never a time when we choose to de-escalate annoying, hateful pettiness?
George Steele
Penn Hills